"Ha, you really are tough."
The clouds over Lin Hao's area had all been blown away. Raising a hand to shield himself from the incoming blast of air, he looked at the Orc Legendaries who had stubbornly remained standing and voiced his admiration.
They had clearly sensed the danger when he launched his attack.
But their honor had kept them from giving much ground!
Still, their ravaged heroic spirit bodies showed just how much damage a Legendary could withstand.
They had not been at the blast center, but surviving at such close range was still utterly astonishing.
Even an armored corps would have been destroyed in their position.
Now that he had seen the Orc Legendaries' miserable condition, Lin Hao had a concrete sense of the nuclear explosion's power at different distances.
"Then let me send you on your way."
Lin Hao had no such concerns about honor.
Since they had not dodged, that only made things easier!
Whoosh!
Lin Hao plunged down, instantly charging at the barely breathing Orc Legendaries. Their sources of beasts probably had not been contaminated, and collecting a few more would be good-
Meanwhile, in a wooden cabin on the West Coast, north of the Orcs Allied Army's camp.
Two figures were playing the Antares Continent's War Chess.
One wore white robes and had white hair and a white beard. He looked like an immortal sage, his face filled with warmth.
The other was handsome and cold, with a pale complexion.
"Viktor, are all your blood descendants dead?"
The white-haired elder spoke calmly. The handsome, pale man opposite him was none other than the Blood Clan Progenitor, the origin of the breath of blood!
"Dead. The presences of five Legendaries vanished overnight. It was probably that Transmigrator's work."
Viktor, the Blood Ancestor, spoke very evenly,