Battle began once more at the Bronze Citadel.
This time, Huo Ling had much better luck. Only demons from one Abyssal World had attacked.
This was the normal state of the Bronze Citadel. No one knew how many Abyssal Worlds would launch an attack in the next round.
Yet even demons from a single Abyssal World were exceedingly troublesome to fight.
Because of the previous battle, many of the devils under Huo Ling's command had suffered severe injuries. Even with Huo Ling's aid, they could not all recover within a mere month.
Those badly wounded legendary archdevils could only hunker down in the rear to rest and recuperate.
Still, even with the wounded among them, Huo Ling held the advantage in high-end forces.
Huo Ling and Shattered Skull, these two Radiant Moon Legendary combatants, had suffered almost no losses.
This allowed Huo Ling to rampage across the battlefield, beating the opposing Abyssal Lord until he fled with his head in his hands.
Defeating the enemy was easy, but killing him was difficult.
After all, if an Abyssal Lord could not win, he could simply abandon his subordinates and run. Once he escaped beyond a certain range, he could teleport away and flee far into the distance.
Neither Huo Ling nor Shattered Skull dared to pursue him. Who knew whether they would be surrounded and attacked if they gave chase?
But while a monk could run, his temple could not. The Abyssal Lord had escaped, but Huo Ling had kept several legendary demons behind.
After this battle, Huo Ling had gained several more legendary demon corpses.
This put Huo Ling in an exceptionally good mood. The strength under his command would increase again before long—how could that not count as good news?
Huo Ling even optimistically thought that if he could