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Mito negro: Wukong llega a 1 millón de jugadores en menos de una hora

Autor : Blake Actualizar : Feb 24,2025

Black Myth: Wukong Achieves 1 Million Players in Under an Hour El muy esperado juego de rol de acción chino, Black Myth: Wukong, ha logrado un hito notable, superando a un millón de jugadores en Steam dentro de una sola hora de su lanzamiento.

Mito negro: Wukong supera a 1 millón de jugadores en menos de 60 minutos

Steam Peak llega simultáneamente a 1,18 millones de jugadores en 24 horas

Black Myth: Wukong's Impressive Player Count Imagen a través del éxito fenomenal del juego del juego continúa, con SteamDB informando un recuento de jugadores concurrentes máximos de 24 horas de 1,182,305. Esto demuestra la inmensa popularidad y anticipación que rodea el mito negro: el lanzamiento de Wukong.

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