Breaking the Formation

Beneath the command platform behind Huo Ling, the members of the observation group could no longer close their mouths.

Ever since Dewey Shortblade had been killed in the fierce battle just now, they had remained frozen in shock.

And now, they watched Huo Ling summon another thirty Sanctuary-rank undead into the battle.

One jaw-dropping development after another had set off towering waves in the hearts of every observation group member.

A Gold-rank member muttered blankly, "More than a hundred Sanctuaries... How many Legendary families could possibly field that?"

"Not just Sanctuaries. There are three Legends too," another silently added.

They exchanged glances, unable to hide the shock in their eyes.

For a Legendary family to possess thirty or forty Sanctuaries already meant it was developing quite well.

Take Earl Nanhe's Ren Family. Their family had not developed particularly well and had been driven out of their original territory, leaving them with only a little over twenty Sanctuaries.

For other long-established Legendary families, having thirty or forty Sanctuaries was perfectly normal.

But what were they seeing now? Huo Ling alone had summoned over a hundred Sanctuaries. By himself, he rivaled three or four Legendary families.

Unlike the others, another Sanctuary-rank observer considered even more. He said, "Didn't you notice? The Sanctuaries Lord Huo Ling summoned came in neither round nor even numbers. He... may have reserves in hand, guarding against the Sharpfang Clan..."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire observation room fell silent as a tomb.

Everyone considered the possibility, and after a brief moment of thought, all of them felt it was highly likely.

A Gold-rank observer said in a dry voice, "Lord Huo Ling is truly... far too powerful!"

"Can necromancers really have such terrifying room for growth...? Why are the necromancers in our family nowhere near