Meng Chao and the hailstorm were not in a hurry to kill all the pursuers.
In fact, if the centaur warriors, who had been scared out of their wits and had their mental defenses completely broken, were still alive, they would find more companions in a daze and spread their fear like a virus.
Compared to destroying their bodies, it would be more beneficial for the rat people to break out of the encirclement.
Besides, Meng Chao also hoped to reveal an important piece of information to the powerful people who controlled the Bloody Hoof Clan through the mouths of the pursuers.
Thus, they slowed down their pace and calmly searched for a suitable "mouth" in the trembling grass.
Soon, they found their target.
…
Not even in Sparkle's wildest dreams could he have imagined that a hunting trip would turn into a nightmarish massacre.
This young, handsome, and tall Centaur Warrior had just completed his coming of age ceremony not long ago.
This was the first time he followed his elder brother and the warrior he admired the most in his clan to carry out a mission.
When he first stepped into the Collapsed Space Plains, the young man, who was eager to make a contribution, was grumbling that this mission was not satisfying enough. Even if he killed all the rat people, what was the point?
A warrior like him, who could create four dazzling sparks with just four hooves, should face the Golden Clan's Lion Tiger Warriors, and the Land of Holy Light's Magicians and Night Guards.
Sure enough, the battles yesterday were simply a game of cat and mouse, and they lacked any challenge. Even a greenhorn like him couldn't raise his spirits in the slightest.
Even at night, when he skinned a few surrendered rat people and forced them to dance on burning swords and sabers while they were still alive.
Even such an ingenious performance could not extinguish Sparks' gloominess.
If only time could be turned back.
Sparkle really wanted to stay in the boring, dull, and peaceful yesterday.
Not now, which was absurd to the extreme!
His elder brother was dead. Their leader was dead.
All of them died in the most painful way in the hands of the demon covered in flowing magma!
Twenty to thirty heavy-armored cavalrymen wearing totemic battle armors, even if they encountered a battle team composed of hundreds of clan warriors, they would still be able to fiercely collide with them by relying on their overwhelming momentum.
However, they were instantly torn into pieces by the Evil Demon's raging flames.
When the Demon shot a lightning-like gaze at him from afar, Sparks, who was supposed to be a newborn calf that wasn't afraid of tigers, felt as though all the blood and courage in his body had been drained. He didn't even have the guts to look at the other party, not even for a breath's time!
What was even more frightening was that the Great Horned Rat God's image kept appearing in front of Sparks' eyes.
Sparkle had long heard of the existence of the Great Horned Rat God.
Like all the honorable, glorious, and proud warriors of the clan, he had no interest in the self-comforting jokes of these dirty rats.
Even if Blackhorn City was turned upside down by the Rat Citizens.
Because 'Sparks' and his clansmen had gathered at the Bloodhoof Temple several dozen miles away from Black Horn City, they had been practicing and hadn't seen the tragedy in Black Horn City with their own eyes.
Soon after, they received the order to travel a long distance to the Collapsed Space Grassland to intercept the fleeing fugitives.
Therefore, Spark didn't know how badly Blackhorn City had been ravaged by the Great Horned Rat God's supreme power.
Thus, it was impossible for them to feel any reverence.
Until now.
This ancestral soul with a head full of deformed horns and a face covered with a skull mask.
It appeared in front of Spark with incomparable clarity and reality, and let out a low, sinister laugh.
No matter how he asked for help from his ancestral soul, he didn't get the slightest response, and he couldn't expel the Great Horned Rat God from his sight.
In the depths of Spark's mind, an absolutely absurd and distracting thought finally appeared.
Perhaps, even the lowly Rat Citizens had their own ancestral souls?
That was natural.
Even if they were lowly, dirty, and cowardly.
The Rat Citizens were still a member of the Turan Warriors.
In the battle of glory, they could more or less display a certain amount of combat power.
When millions of years of hatred, anger, and pain converged into mountains and rivers.
The ancestral souls of the Rat Citizens would awaken from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
What was so strange about that?
"We are fighting against a group of true warriors who have the blessings of the ancestral souls!"
This kind of understanding caused Spark's soul to scatter and scatter.
His mind was blank, and he couldn't activate a single bit of totem power, and he couldn't secrete a single drop of courage to fight against the Magma Devil waving the burning chain blade.
Instead, his four lower limbs seemed to be injected with surging power by endless fear, and he dragged his stiff upper body to run. He ran madly, and ran for his life.
Spark ran for a few miles in one breath.
Blood gushed out of his nostrils, and his upper and lower chests were like barrels of explosives stuffed with dwarves. They were torn apart as if they had exploded. Every strand of flesh on his body twitched as if they were entangled by lightning.
Only then did he slow down a little.
Because his brain was burning, and his eyeballs were bloodshot.
The originally verdant grassland was now scarlet red in Sparks' eyes.
It was as if the corpses of the rat people who had been slaughtered by them last night, as well as the corpses of the rat people who had been wantonly slaughtered by the warriors of the clan in the past thousands of years, were all buried in the depths of this grassland. After being compressed and fermented, they turned into boiling blood sources that continuously spewed scorching blood onto the ground.
Spark couldn't tell whether this was a hell within a nightmare, or a nightmare within a hell.
There were no more companions around.
A blood-curdling scream could be heard from far behind him.
Spark could tell that it was Blood Wing's voice.
This warrior, who was second only to the chief in the clan, liked to carry two heavy sabers on his back that were longer than four arms.
When he charged at high speed, it was as if he had opened the wings of death, and he could take dozens or even hundreds of lives in one breath.
He didn't expect that even such a warrior wouldn't be a match for the demon possessed by the Rat God.
Spark swallowed a mouthful of saliva that was filled with the smell of blood.
Inch by inch, he turned his stiff neck, trying to see where the demon had chased him to.
Then, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of two needle tips.
The needle tips were surrounded by raging flames.
A spear that was burning furiously with surging spiritual energy fell from the sky. In the blink of an eye, it pierced through his chest, which was not fully covered by the totem armor, and nailed him to the ground in the most miserable shriek!
The word 'spark' literally meant that it was enveloped by a blossoming flower of fire.
He screamed and struggled in the flames, but because the spear pierced through his chest and was deeply embedded into the ground, he couldn't escape the range of the raging flames no matter how hard he tried.
Even though the totem armor had melted into a substance similar to liquid metal and kept flowing to extinguish the flames and repair his body's tissues.
But when the spiritual energy of fire invaded his body and burned his lungs and heart, the blood that gushed out of his seven orifices was all turned into magma.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Spark heard the demon's footsteps.
His vision was still shrouded in raging flames, and he couldn't see anything around him clearly.
But the demon's heavy footsteps were like war hammers embedded with spikes that hammered his chest continuously, causing his heart and lungs, which had already been burnt to a crisp, to be squeezed even more severely.
The heart-wrenching pain that was getting more and more intense was the intense aura of death that surrounded the demon.
Spark was terrified to the extreme.
His six limbs seemed to be tightly sealed by invisible shackles.
He couldn't even move his little finger.
He didn't even have the thought of fighting the demon to the death and ushering in a glorious sacrifice.
The only thing Spark could do was lie there quietly, grit his teeth, and not make a single sound.
He pretended to be a corpse whose heart had been pierced through and was now burnt to a crisp.
The demon's footsteps stopped more than ten steps away from him outside the burning area.
"Your aim isn't bad."
A bone-chilling voice came from behind the demon whose body was covered in flowing magma.
It was probably praising the spear that fell from the sky and almost hit Spark's heart.
Spark froze for a moment before he reacted to the situation.
That's right. Their enemies should be two people.
Aside from the demon who swung his chain saber and shot magma.
There was also a person who was good at controlling ice and could create icicles and ice blades like silver lightning.
The demon chuckled.
He didn't care about the spear that had pierced Spark's chest at all.
"We should have killed most of them, right?"
The demon spoke with a deep, mysterious, and strange voice. "The rest of them are just rotten fish and prawns. They aren't worth our time. We should leave the plains as soon as possible and catch up to the 'lord'. Otherwise, if we continue wasting time here and attract more pursuers, we'll be in trouble."
"Lord?"
Spark endured the pain of being burned by the flames, but this pain made his mind exceptionally clear.
'Based on the demon's tone, he seems to be very respectful towards the' lord '.
It must be known that this demon had the power to destroy an entire heavy cavalry squad.
What kind of terrifying existence was this' Lord 'that he revered?
Also, why did they have to 'leave' the plains to chase after the 'lord'?
Weren't all the escapees gathered on Collapsed Space Plains?
"It's about time."
At this moment, the other enemy spoke with the same bone-chilling voice. "This ambush is enough to enrage the centaurs. Besides, the Minotaurs, Wild Boars, and Wild Elephantmen are already enraged … Let those idiots come out of their nests and play a game of cat and mouse with the rat people on Collapsed Space Plains. As for us …"
Her voice became weaker.
No matter how Spark strained his ears, he couldn't hear the second half of her voice.
Then, the two enemies let out triumphant laughter at the same time, as if victory was in their grasp.
The demon's footsteps rose again.
He was getting closer and closer to Spark.
It was as if he wanted to pull out the burning spear that was stuck in his heart.
It was also as if he wanted to crush his head and confirm his death!
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