He patted the shoulder of his younger relative once more, the mature centaur sighed meaningfully.
"Only by living, can you go home."
Then, the mature centaur turned and left, leaving the other person standing there without fully understanding, their brows furrowed.
At the same time, as the centaur army was assembling and preparing, a tiny black dot stood at the distant sky, overlooking the vast tents stretching for dozens of miles with a mysterious gaze.
In the Spiritual Vision, endless Qi Fortune rolled and surged above the army, undulating like the ocean, faintly carrying an elusive mysterious aura.
Staring at the vast Qi Fortune, Zhu Haomiao licked his lips, his dark pupils filled with greed and thirst.
A thought surged in his mind, True Qi gushed and condensed, forming sword-shaped Gang Qi beside him.
[Heavenly Gang Strength·Imprisonment Formation]
