Huo Ling watched the devil count's retreating army disappear into the distance.
What a pity. This devil count was simply too good at holding back. If he had been unable to restrain himself and started a war, Huo Ling could have made his move and kept every last one of them here.
The devil count's forbearance had saved his own life.
Huo Ling continued conducting sacrifices here. Once he had completely transformed this territory into his own Purgatory territory, he did not linger any longer.
He headed in other directions and continued dealing with the new territories occupied by his army.
One territory after another was seized, and one gathering force of demons after another was slaughtered.
Only on the battlefield did Huo Ling discover that the attribute panel could now snatch spirituality right from the mouths of the Abyssal World and Purgatory.
Any devils or demons that died near Huo Ling would have their spirituality absorbed by him.
Huo Ling quietly sensed this scene.
So this was what happened after the attribute panel had been completed? It had become even more domineering.
Back then, when the attribute panel absorbed spirituality in Purgatory, it had been like a thief, sneaking away with tiny scraps.
But now it was completely different. It was like a bandit—anything it saw belonged to it.
Huo Ling slowly exhaled. The attribute panel growing stronger was a good thing for him; it also meant that he could grow stronger even faster.
After more than half a year, the struggle among the counts for territory in the remnants of the Abyssal World finally came to a complete end.
Huo Ling was the greatest winner. After all, the surrounding devils were all counts, and none of them was particularly strong.
Only he possessed the strength of a duke