Perhaps the Yuan Dynasty forces also knew that they weren’t able to keep up their offensive for too much longer. Perhaps they even knew that their dynasty was one that was short-lived. But whatever it was, the centaurs launched their second wave of offence with increasing fervor as soon as they coalesced once more.

If one were to describe their earlier assault as the raging seas, then their current assault would be more akin to a meteor shower. If the earlier assault was one that was orderly and backed by a strict adherence to their formations, then the present charge was one that was completely mindless and chaotic, with the only goal in mind being the entrance to the Martyr’s Shrine.

Bang!!! The centaurs around rushed forward quickly like killing machines. Their long blades carved deep grooves along the ground, leaving a shower of sparks and a curtain of sand scattering everywhere in the wake of their approach. At once, they charged straight towards the heart of the Great Mist of the Three Divinities Array.

T-t-t-t… The survivors’ teeth chattered as they gripped tightly the talismans in their hands. They couldn’t help but close their eyes, because they didn’t want to see the hellish sight before their very eyes. Yet, even then, they continued to pour everything they had into the talismans.

Sure, they might not know exactly what was going on around them, but they could feel the palpable murderous intent that was seeping into the marrows of their bodies. They could sense that the clash between forces was slowly but surely drawing close to its climax.

Release the talisman now, and they would most certainly...