Zhao Fu hovered above the countless player corpses. Though player corpses could not be turned into skeletons, that did not mean they were completely useless.
Although they were merely shells within Apocalypse World, they still possessed cultivation power and the aura of life. The life force of fifteen million people was transformed into evolutionary power by countless undead, allowing vast numbers of skeletons to advance and gain even greater strength.
At the same time, another type of soldier had appeared within the undead army: Skeleton Berserkers.
Each of these Skeleton Berserkers stood four meters tall, their bones thick and hard with a gray sheen. They wielded two-meter-long weapons—greatswords, battle-axes, warhammers, and other heavy armaments. Every one of them radiated a formidable aura, enough to rival someone with third-stage cultivation.
When they fought, they were exceptionally fierce and violent. Their attacks were broad and sweeping, focused wholly on destruction, crushing every living thing before them. They were truly terrifying.
However, Skeleton Berserkers were still rather scarce. Within the vast sea of bones, there were only a few hundred of them.
The skeletons had already surged onward, leaving none behind. Only an endless stretch of corpses remained. Turning his gaze toward the player corpses, Zhao Fu saw that these players had the backing of countless factions, and their equipment was all fairly good—worth at least five or six gold coins apiece.
Suddenly!
A thought struck Zhao Fu, leaving him startled. "There are more than fifteen million corpses here. If each corpse has equipment worth five or six gold coins, then how many gold coins would fifteen million corpses amount to?"
At five gold coins per corpse, that would be seventy-five million gold coins. If converted into copper coins or real-world currency, it would likely have to be measured in trillions.
Such an