Heroic Spirits

This was an ancestral heroic spirit. To sustain an ancestral heroic spirit of such strength, it must have been an orc warrior as powerful as Goss in life.

After this legendary warrior's death, worship from the Sharpfang Clan had allowed it to retain a measure of combat power and exist as an ancestral heroic spirit.

Possessed by the ancestral heroic spirit, Balu's strength rose another level. His relentless attacks directly suppressed the greataxe undead.

The quasi-physical form of the legendary snake Magic Beast had been unable to catch Huo Ling, so Wuya directed it to join Balu in besieging the greataxe undead.

All along, Huo Ling's battles with the Shortblade Clan had been fought with numbers on his side. Now, the tables had turned.

After the Sharpfang Clan joined in, they began using superior numbers against Huo Ling.

There was no question of Goss's strength. At least two legendary undead were needed to keep him occupied, and Wuya's power spoke for itself.

Wuya commanded a greater variety of witchcraft, and her spells posed no small threat to the souls of the undead.

Huo Ling silently weighed his options. If this continued, he was going to fall here.

He was a decisive man as well. Since he could not win, Huo Ling had no intention of waiting until the situation underwent some drastic change before adapting. One slip then, and he might be finished.

So he looked at Wuya and smiled.

"Great Grandmother Wuya, since you have forsaken our alliance and refuse to carry out the previous plan, I won't help you fight Goss anymore. From now on, your Sharpfang Clan can fight the Shortblade Clan on your own."

"I'll take my leave this time!"

Huo Ling laughed loudly. Several legendary undead swiftly withdrew from the battlefield. The two besieging Goss