Battle of Legends

Huo Ling did not let these two legendary orcs strut around for long.

With a slight stir of his mental power, three towering, savage legendary undead warriors likewise shot into the sky.

These legendary undead, who had been legendary demons in life, had inherited some of the demons' spell-like abilities, such as Teleportation and Greater Teleportation.

The enemy shamans could not use spatial-locking witchcraft either, so this area was practically free ground for the three legends to teleport across at will.

"Living... death... is the only destination for your kind!"

The soul-fire of one legendary undead trembled violently. A powerful, icy aura erupted from his body, and along with it, a low, merciless voice resounded across the battlefield:

"Follow me... and welcome death!"

That voice was as bone-chilling as death itself descending, making everyone shudder. Every orc below felt terror unlike anything they had ever known.

They felt as if the air around them had frozen solid in an instant, the temperature plunging so sharply that even breathing became difficult.

The deathly clouds summoned by the Undead Cataclysm continued to churn in the sky, while thick mist condensed from death magic spread through the air.

Under such a horrifying atmosphere, the orcs' morale, which had only just risen, plummeted once more under the successive blows.

One third-stage legendary undead and one second-stage legendary undead took the initiative to engage Goss Shortblade.

The other second-stage legendary undead clashed fiercely with Dewey Shortblade.

Five legends erupted into a savage battle high in the sky. The Undead Cataclysm Huo Ling had cast in advance was now displaying ever greater effects.

The Undead Cataclysm did not merely aid and enhance low- and mid-tier undead. Its amplification was even greater for legendary undead.

Legendary undead could even directly draw upon the power of the rules