Although Huo Ling intended to wear down these orc soldiers, he did not mean for them to die meaningless deaths.
A massive bull-shaped magical beast charged out from its lair.
Its target was the formation of a Type-B combat regiment. If it broke into their ranks, the consequences for that regiment would be unimaginable.
Even if the Saint-domain orcs arrived in time, the regiment would still suffer devastating losses.
But this time was different. A patrolling legendary undead had discovered the Saint-domain magical beast.
The legendary undead was tall and clad in dark gray armor. He drew a short spear from behind his back.
With his arm slightly bent, he poured soul fire into the short spear. The bone spear seemed to ignite with green flames.
Whoosh!
Boom!!!
The legendary undead hurled the short spear with all his strength. By the time the Saint-domain magical beast sensed the danger, it was already far too late.
The short spear pierced straight through its head, and the soul fire instantly crushed its soul. In almost an instant, the magical beast was completely dead.
Its dead body went limp and collapsed to the ground, but the momentum of its charge did not stop so easily. Like a runaway train, the corpse swept aside the trees ahead and plowed a deep furrow into the earth.
Hmph!
The legendary undead descended and, with a wave of his hand, stored the magical beast's corpse away.
The body of this magical beast was good material. It could serve as a mount for a Death Warlord.
After all, many of the Death Warlords under Huo Ling still fought on two legs. They were not yet complete forms.
The legendary undead shot into the sky, and his figure soon vanished from the spot.
When the Type-B combat regiment below