Chapter 2285 - Kill3 (1/2)

Centaur territory had turned into a complete mess. Raging winds and blazing fires tore across the forests and villages, matched by the high-pitched screams and last moments of countless cultivators.

”Dammit!”

Dyon ripped a centaur apart, his left palm gripping a hoof and his right pulling an arm. The devastating sight of a human upper half and a horse lower half being torn from one another made those who were faint of heart vomit the contents of their stomachs.

But the agitation in Dyon's heart on grew.

Peals of thunder rippled through the skies as streaks of descending lightning matched his bloody rampage. Poor souls who sought to stop his onslaught but were above the age of 1000 years could only collapse into their own ashes. But even they were among the lucky few. At least they got to die painlessly.

”Halt your steps! He's an Invader!”

The roar shook the centaur population to their very core.

Their geniuses had already been torn apart, laid in a bloody heap of limbs and sheered organs. How were they supposed to stop this young man now?

Unfortunately, even though they stopped, Dyon seemed to have no intention of doing so.

The centaurs were ranked 7th on his list, but this was only the tip of the iceberg. Despite their forms, these creatures had a fondness for the human female form. The number of women who had been torn apart by their population was simply too many to count.

Still, Dyon would be lying if he said his current self cared about this. Even if they were the most innocent of creatures who harmed not even the smallest of insects, he would still vent his rage on them.

In the first moment he felt this feeling, he had tried to stamp it out, but the result was the wild fluctuation of his aura. The second time he tried was on his way here, he wanted to slowly calm himself over time, but he found that the feeling only became worse. The third time was occurring even to now. Every life he took, he tried to douse his rage in with their blood, but it felt like this crimson lifeline was nothing short of oil to fire.

”Fuck!”

'Dyon! You need to calm down. Now!' Little Yang yelled into his ear for what was maybe the millionth time.

They had felt Dyon's truth the moment they became his beast companions. While Dyon didn't know why he was so agitated, they did. The trouble was that Dyon didn't seem to be listening to anything right now. It would be a miracle if he could even hear his own thoughts.

Hours later, Dyon stood in the midst of countless corpses.

Had he eradicated the whole of the centaur clan? No… Many had simply decided to run away.

The only ones left were the Half-Step Transcendents who stood in the skies, trembling with rage. But who knew that Dyon, who was covered in blood that couldn't possibly be his own, actually looked up into the skies and did something they never thought he would do?