Li Yao and a few others stopped their banter and looked over at the approaching centaurs, whose eyes were filled with hatred.
"What, aren't you centaurs the ones who worship strength the most? My friend here defeated Mameti one-on-one."
The leading centaur's face was cold: "And how do you account for the bombing of our tribe just now?"
Li Yao sneered, "So, no matter what, you all want to attack us together?"
"In any case, if you want to leave here, leave your bodies behind," the chief centaur said grimly.
"You're asking for it. Do you really think I'm afraid of you ganging up on me?"
As Li Yao spoke, massive Mechanical Dragons emerged from the illusory portal of Frame Space. Soon, two hundred gigantic Mechanical Dragons were hovering in the sky above them.
The centaurs' expressions drastically changed. The aura of these dragons was too strong; each one was a dragon warrior of at least camp level. With their appearance, the dragon's might was evident,
