"I will slaughter the Centaur Race!"
Hong Yu hovered in the air above a boundless sea of fire, its flames licking at the sky. The powerhouses of the Centaur Race scattered in every direction, a pathetic sight.
In that single instant, he had not only slain four War Kings but had also nearly destroyed a third of the Centaur Race's main encampment—a home they had painstakingly built over hundreds, even thousands, of years.
Countless Centaur powerhouses had perished in the sea of flames.
Had they heard Hong Yu say such a thing before, the Centaur powerhouses would have certainly dismissed it as shameless boasting, perhaps even sneering at his audacity.
But now...
The scene of the four War Kings' deaths was still fresh in their minds. With the inferno raging below, every powerhouse of the Centaur Race fell silent, some even beginning to regret ever provoking Hong Yu.
But now, the two sides were as irreconcilable as fire and water.
