"What are these things?!"
The Myriad Demon King was almost shocked beyond belief. There were simply too many undead before him. Five thousand, ten thousand, or twenty thousand-even more?
Among these undead were the lowest-ranking skeleton soldiers, as well as liches, headless knights, zombies, and banshees.
If it had merely been this many undead creatures, it would not have been enough to leave the Myriad Demon King so shocked and horrified. What truly terrified him was that these undead creatures were all equipped with at least one close-combat soul tool and one long-range soul tool. Powered by milk bottles, they unleashed firepower on the beast tide without restraint.
The officials of the Sun Moon Empire had always fantasized about how powerful they would become once sealed milk bottles appeared and even ordinary people could use soul tools, and what a joyous day that would be. Yet they had never considered that, compared with flesh-and-blood humans, undead creatures that did not fear death were actually better suited to fighting with sealed milk bottles and soul tools.
An ordinary skeleton soldier might not even be able to beat a peasant woman holding a pitchfork or a human child wielding a wooden club. But once everyone fought with sealed milk bottles and soul tools, an ordinary skeleton soldier's pitifully low base stats became insignificant.
The beast tide was indeed frenzied, but these undead creatures were even more fearless of death than the soul beasts. They had no idea what pain was. What fear was. They simply attacked like mad.
Remember those underground warehouses near the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy that Chen Ping had emptied out, containing enough supplies to equip several soul engineer corps? Most of what the Undead Army was equipped with now were low-level soul tools that even a