Gu Mingyuan looked down at the army of low-ranking undead surging toward him and willed it into action.
The black skeleton behind him stepped forward, its Soulfire blazing.
An undead aura at the Soul Emperor level swept outward.
Sensing the oppressive presence of a superior, high-ranking undead, the skeletons and zombies about to pounce froze in place.
Their instinctive fear of rank overwhelmed their hunger for the living. Letting out a few meaningless roars, they turned and fled toward the distant hills.
Gu Mingyuan gazed at the boundless black land, a thoughtful glint passing through his eyes. Then he asked Electrolux how this half-plane worked:
"Elder Yi, is the number of undead here fixed, or can it keep increasing? If there are losses, how can this half-plane replenish its energy?"
A hint of nostalgia colored Electrolux's voice:
"When I constructed this space all those years ago, the power core I left behind formed a self-sustaining cycle. There is a natural limit to the number of undead this realm can currently accommodate."
"If there are losses in battle, the half-plane will continue producing new undead to fill the vacancies."
"As for the high-ranking undead you subdue outside and bring in here, even if their bodies are shattered in battle, as long as their Soulfire is preserved rather than completely extinguished, they will have a chance to reform their bodies and revive in this half-plane filled with death energy."
"However, rebuilding their bodies directly consumes the half-plane's origin energy."
Gu Mingyuan immediately grasped the key point. "Doesn't that mean the more I use them for resurrection and combat, the greater this half-plane's energy deficit becomes?"
Electrolux smiled and offered a solution:
"Don't worry. Death governs this realm, but extremes give rise to their opposites. The light aura that outside creatures carry when