What one feared most often came to pass.
Huo Ling had worried that all the half-orc clan legends would flee. Sure enough, as he searched through the ancestral lands of each clan one by one—
Not a single clan still had a legend remaining. These legends had taken their most precious resources and fled into the wilderness.
High above the final clan's territory.
The anger in Huo Ling's chest was impossible to conceal, yet there was nothing he could do.
The enemy legends were all wily old foxes. If they could not win, they ran—and vanished without a trace.
Although Huo Ling had won this battle, he had failed to kill every half-orc legend.
Beyond the territory occupied by the half-orcs lay wilderness-like lands.
Many Magic Beasts lived there, Magic Beasts of every level of strength.
Such a harsh living environment was difficult for ordinary half-orcs to survive in.
But for these half-orcs who possessed more than a dozen legends, it would have little effect.
The half-orcs had once been fragmented, with barriers between every clan.
But now, with a common great enemy—with Huo Ling as their enemy—before they could eliminate him, these half-orc legends would likely remain tightly united.
Huo Ling held the corpse of a gold-rank half-orc in his hand. This was the unlucky fellow from this clan whose soul Huo Ling had searched.
Thinking of the troubles ahead, he exerted force through his hand and crushed the corpse directly into powder.
After a long while, Huo Ling finally reined in his anger and summoned Ren Jingchen.
"Your Majesty!" Ren Jingchen saluted and waited for Huo Ling's orders.
Huo Ling said, "The enemy legends have all escaped. I must now find a way to pursue them and see whether I can still catch up!"
"The Half-Orc Empire currently