Sowing Discord

Huo Ling contentedly stored Kosei Shortblade away in his spatial storage.

His next target was Goss Shortblade, a powerful legendary warrior comparable to a demigod.

Goss Shortblade was now like an enraged lion bathed in blood. Fury made his beard and hair stand on end, while his eyes burned like two blood-red furnaces.

He was still in fairly good condition. Injuries sustained in battle would not affect his combat strength; instead, they could further enhance his offensive power.

The three legendary undead under Huo Ling's command swarmed forward, besieging Goss Shortblade, while Huo Ling cast spells from afar.

Goss Shortblade was still very strong. If his enhanced attacks landed, even legendary undead would not have an easy time of it.

But with four against one, Huo Ling truly did not know how he could lose.

However, the good times did not last. Huo Ling sensed powerful auras approaching from afar.

They were coming from the direction of the Sharpfang Clan.

A bad feeling rose in Huo Ling's heart, and he swiftly pulled one legendary undead out of the fight.

Sure enough, before long, two legendary orcs appeared within his sight.

The legendary shaman Wuya, and her grandson, the legendary warrior Balu.

These two legendary figures of the Sharpfang Clan had rushed over from the military camp just as Huo Ling was about to surround and kill Goss.

Huo Ling looked at Wuya. This shaman, like an old witch, posed a far greater threat to him than Kosei had.

The other warrior at her side, Balu, was fairly strong as well, but Huo Ling was not worried about him.

Huo Ling spoke first. "Great Grandmother Wuya, you finally arrived according to plan. Come, join me in killing your enemy, Goss!"

Whether there were dates on the tree or not, Huo Ling