Blood and minced flesh splattered, accompanied by screams.
In front of him was a bound Harpy.
In the Eastern Wilderness, such vast wilderness naturally harbors these creatures.
A species that one does not know how to define.
They have the appearance of a female body, but with wings, and their legs are structured like eagle claws.
They have a tribal-like civilization structure, yet remain exceedingly savage.
Eating raw flesh, screeching loudly.
Just like beasts.
Usually, they place their nests in places with mountain cliffs.
At this moment, the Centaur was torturing her, as if venting the brutality in his heart.
The surrounding Centaurs paid no heed to this brutal act, some watched engrossedly from the side.
"Vite, how long do we have to stay here?"
A Centaur pacing back and forth finally couldn't hold back and loudly asked.
Vite paused his work and lifted his head.
"Soon, don't you hear? Our God is whispering in our ears."
