CHAPTER 395: CHAPTER 395: STARS LIKE RAIN

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]

Extraordinary Power enveloped the ethereal Qi Force, compressing and condensing, finally transforming into crystal-like Glazed Glass Sword Gang.

The substantial Glazed Glass Sword Gang densely surrounded the black-clothed youth, the sword tips pointing distantly at the earth.

"The east wind at night blooms thousands of trees, blowing down stars like rain~"

In a murmur, Zhu Haomiao pursed his lips playfully, fingers like swords, lightly pointing downwards.

[Flying Brilliance·Star Fall]!

Whew~

The Glazed Glass Sword Gang gradually accelerated, finally transforming into a beautiful yet cruel flowing light plummeting towards the ground.

At this moment, the enemy camp’s forefront was more than ten kilometers away from Zhu Haomiao, theoretically beyond his effective attack range.

But without the pursuit of intricate control, he could fully launch the Glazed Glass Sword Gang like shells.

Anyway, the enemy’s camp stretched for dozens of miles, needing no precise operation, he could hit even with his eyes closed, firepower cover was all that’s needed!

Meanwhile, in the tents with smoke curling up, countless centaurs were still washing and eating, suddenly a Chiliarch looked up, puzzled, towards the horizon lit by the dawn.

"What’s up?"

"Do you see something flashing in the sky..."

"Is it a star?"

"Doesn’t look like it."

It wasn’t bright out yet, the sky before dawn was still dark, many noticed the splendid and beautiful flowing light.

"It’s a meteor, so beautiful."

Admiring the gorgeous star rain streaking across the sky, countless centaurs couldn’t help but smile, feeling it was a good omen.

But the next second, when they found those meteors rapidly enlarging in their sight, the smiles on their faces gradually twisted into terror.

"Oh dear!"

Boom!

The Sword Gang accelerated to supersonic speed, rubbing the atmosphere, dragging a long, splendid trail as it plunged into the earth.

Accompanied by a milky white spherical shockwave expanding instantly, everything within tens of meters turned to ash, while outer creatures were torn to pieces, shooting bullet-like in all directions.

The overpressure shockwave continued to spread, along its way all tents and centaurs spun into the sky, like ragged dolls "dancing in the air."

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

The devastating meteor rain advanced like a wall, almost entirely covering the camps stretching for dozens of miles.

The terrifying sound waves of explosions rose and fell, amid this doomsday-like catastrophe, countless centaurs ran around screaming, as if they were headless flies, plunging the entire camp into chaos.

Not until the explosions ceased did the trembling officers begin to regroup the routed soldiers.

And more with blackened faces looked at the meteorite craters covering the ground like the Moon’s surface, and the twisted corpses scattered everywhere, their expressions dull and desperate.

Many of them were small groups organized by tribes, but right there, laughing and envisioning the future with their companions, in the blink of an eye, turned into charred corpses.

Even more familiar faces were torn into mangled flesh and limbs, strewn across the ground, east and west, the grim faces of death still locked in the twisted agony before they died.

A faint scent of roasted meat mixed with the stench of entrails and blood wafted in, the unparalleled impact broke their psychological defenses, making them cry out like beasts.

"Brother!"

"Little brother!"

"Father!"

...

While they were futilely searching for their loved ones, an unremarkable black dot floated above the camp, calmly overlooking the purgatory below.

The land stretching for dozens of miles was filled with radial-shaped meteorite craters, each one dozens of meters in diameter, the pitted appearance made it seem like one had arrived on the Moon’s surface.

Watching the disaster site he had created, Zhu Haomiao squinted thoughtfully.

This round of attack drained all of his [Qi] attribute at once, but the actual destructive effect was not as strong as imagined.

Only less than ten thousand of the enemies truly died from "firepower cover," the rest were merely injured.

If they had sufficient organizational ability, they could still recover combat strength in a short time...

But...

Thoughts swirling, Zhu Haomiao rubbed his chin with interest.

In his observation, the enemy would likely be unable to organize effective structure for a long time.

Because they’d been psychologically overwhelmed by this unprecedented horrific strike, their morale utterly collapsed.

They would need a period of rest and reorganization to recover combat strength.

Unfortunately... you won’t get the chance...

With a thought, Zhu Haomiao’s eyes glowed with pink luminescence, fully activating his LV.7 [Lust] Authority, the vast nutrition in the void stomach transformed into a burning torrent, infused into every cell as his blood surged.

Power surged back through his limbs, his empty meridians quickly filled and expanded, in just a few breaths, the depleted True Qi of the black-clothed youth once more became as vast as smoke.

The next second, maintaining the position overlooking the land, Zhu Haomiao reached out, accurately catching a triangular arrow wrapped in golden flames.

Looking in the direction the arrow came from, Zhu Haomiao saw a tall and strong centaur youth holding a splendid longbow, his face ashen, glaring at him with fierce resentment.

With a smirk, Zhu Haomiao tightened his grip, breaking the struggling arrow, casually tossing it aside.

"Who are you?"

The resentful gaze turned around the black-clothed youth, Hong Jila drew another arrow and slowly placed it on the bowstring.

"[Da Zhen] Duke Yu, Li Lin."

Hong Jila’s pupils slightly contracted, many pieces of intelligence regarding Li Lin flashed through his mind.

Even on the grassland, Duke Yu’s name resonated as thunderously familiar, his deeds were avidly discussed, passed on with mythical embellishment.

But after all, being miles apart, news had severe delays, in Hong Jila’s impression, this famed Duke Yu was merely a young genius with unlimited potential.

He thought, even if he would become a threat to the Empire in the future, it would be in ten, even dozens of years...