Reinforcements

After saying this, the projection of the eye swiftly vanished, having drained every last scrap of flesh and soul power from that gold-rank orc.

Everyone in the command tent was left rattled by the dazzling, bewildering turn of events.

But Huo Ling raised a hand to press them down, then said slowly, "All right, no need to panic. Go make your preparations. Prepare according to the intelligence we just received. After all, fighting one is fighting; fighting two is fighting."

"Understood!"

The many generals in the tent rose to their feet and shouted.

What had just happened had indeed been beyond Huo Ling's expectations. That legendary shaman had left special witchcraft arrays within both the orc's soul and body.

It seemed that this legendary shaman knew something about Huo Ling and had guessed that he would make a move against the soul.

After everyone had left, Huo Ling sat in the command tent, lightly tapping the tabletop with his fingers as he pondered slowly.

This war of expansion was truly interesting.

Yet judging from the current situation, it was all good news for Huo Ling.

The two great clans were at odds, mainly because their legends were at odds. Even though the other side had five legends, five legends who appeared united while harboring different intentions did not pose much of a threat to Huo Ling. Though he still could not defeat them, he could escape without losing much strength.

Even if the five legends of the Sharpfang and Shortblade Clans attacked together, Huo Ling could choose one side and hammer it fiercely while casually holding the other back.

These two clans, bound by a blood feud, would not let slip such an opportunity to use Huo Ling to weaken the other.

If, as the Sharpfang Clan had said, they