Fear appeared on Wuya's face for the first time in a long while. Only now did she finally understand why the ancestral spirits of the Sharpfang Clan had been so terrified.
Huo Ling was a legendary archmage specializing in death magic. The legendary spells he wielded inflicted far too much damage upon these ancestral spirits.
Not only that, he was also a devil with a noble title in Purgatory. One could imagine the fate of ancestral spirits that fell into the hands of such a great devil.
They would likely be tortured for thousands of years, squeezed dry of every last scrap of value.
Wuya gave a dry laugh. "Your Majesty Huo Ling, why have you suddenly come here? Isn't there still a truce agreement between our two nations?"
Balu, standing beside her, only felt his body grow stiff. Unlike Wuya, he could already feel the gazes of those five powerful figures radiating undead aura locked tightly onto him.
Balu felt that the slightest movement would bring a fierce assault down upon him.
Huo Ling smiled faintly in the air and took out a scroll. It was the truce agreement he had signed with the Sharpfang Clan more than thirty years ago.
Huo Ling calmly tore the scroll apart with a faint smile. "Wuya, the truce agreement... is invalid from this moment on!"
"Surrender to me. I will guarantee your lives, and I will also ensure that your treatment in the East River Duchy remains as it was before!"
Huo Ling looked down upon the two legendary orcs and urged them to surrender.
"There is no deep blood feud between us, is there? You know me as well. Surrendering to me is your only path to survival."
"Your Majesty Huo Ling, could you allow me some time to consider?" Wuya