What is called justice descending from the heavens, this is justice descending from the heavens. When a level 18 bone dragon with a wingspan of twenty blades, radiating a terrifying dragon’s might, flapping its tattered wings, and its skull ablaze with ghostly blue Soul Fire, appeared above the valley. The centaurs occupying this small city were instantly thrown into panic. The suppression effect of Dragon Might on non-Superior Races was overwhelming. It was an innate majesty rooted in bloodline and soul, utterly unavoidable. Centaurs, though a powerful warrior race with explosive combat prowess, still could not resist the suppression of Dragon Might. Even vampires, as a Superior Race, would feel discomfort when directly facing a dragon. As the apex of all living creatures, dragons were simply too powerful. Even in death, their might remained domineering. "You lowly centaurs, I, the great Undead, Witherbone, shall teach you the true meaning of power." A bizarre screech echoed over the valley. Witherbone was somewhat exhilarated. His wings flared, and he dove at high speed straight toward the tallest structure in the city. Most of the buildings in this small valley city were three-story tall houses. The only tall structure was the twenty-blade-high gray Mage Tower in the city center. That Mage Tower had clearly also been taken by the centaurs, there wasn’t the slightest ripple of magical energy coming from it. But even if there were mages inside, it would’ve been futile. The beast had launched its assault. The level 18 bone dragon, with a body no weaker than transcendent armor, slammed into the central Mage Tower with an overwhelmingly domineering momentum. Stone shards exploded in all directions. The intricately carved spire of the Mage Tower was sent flying dozens of blades away by Witherbone’s impact, crashing down atop a three-story building. Crash! Half the house collapsed on the spot. The spire drove deep into the ground like a giant spear, kicking up clouds of dust. This single act instantly shocked the centaurs below. The charging warriors halted in their tracks. That was a Mage Tower with a thirty-blade diameter, and it couldn’t even withstand a single strike? Just how powerful was this damned bone dragon?? Receiving Li De’s order, Witherbone paid no mind to the surrounding centaurs. Instead, he released the awe-inspiring majesty of a legendary being both feared and praised in the ballads of bards. A level 18 bone dragon, utterly unstoppable. Though the centaur warriors were cowed by Dragon Might and didn’t dare charge into the crumbling city, their strong will to fight allowed the centaur archers to quickly recover. They picked up their massive longbows, each over two blades in length. They nocked arrows and drew their bows to full tension. Bowstrings snapped taut as sharp arrows, fletched with pure white bird feathers, screamed through the air. Over a thousand centaur archers unleashed a dense rain of death. Even the light in the sky seemed blotted out by the sheer number of arrows. Even the strongest human shield warriors would’ve turned pale at such a sight. Centaur archers ranked among the top ten in the entire Glory Main Plane, every warrior’s worst nightmare. Witherbone spread his wings and, upon seeing the deadly arrow storm, not only didn’t evade but charged headlong into it. A cackling, eerie laugh rang out again. “Gahaha! Lowly centaurs, the mighty Lord Witherbone shall show you true power!” Bathed in the morning sun, the bone dragon, unafraid of sunlight, charged straight into the sky full of arrows. Each arrow was two blades long, their heads gleaming with deadly sharpness. In the eyes of the centaurs below, who were brimming with hope, the dense arrow rain struck the completely unguarded Witherbone. They seemed to already see that damned bone dragon being shot down. But in the blink of an eye, hope turned to despair. The sharp arrows struck Witherbone and let out clear, metallic clinks. Arrows that could easily pierce a warrior’s shield were simply deflected by the dragon bones, as if they were nothing more than rubber toys rather than deadly weapons. They didn’t just fail to hurt the bone dragon, they couldn’t even leave a scratch. The scene was overwhelmingly shocking. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 Amid the arrow rain that filled the sky, Witherbone, wings spread wide, was the embodiment of invincibility. Though the centaur archers below were dealt a massive mental blow, they did not give up. Eyes filled with despair, they fired even more frantically, their bowstrings the only melody echoing through the valley now. Over a thousand centaurs unleashed a relentless barrage. At this moment, even a city wall would have been riddled with holes. But that damned bone dragon didn’t care at all. After enduring several waves of arrows, he seemed annoyed by the ticklish attack and, cackling once more, dove back into the city to wreak havoc. If they hadn’t already imprisoned the humans inside the city within caves, this bone dragon might have massacred every last one. Though they continued to fire arrows, the centaurs grew increasingly desperate. This damned bone dragon was too powerful. So powerful, their proud longbows were utterly useless. Facing such a terrifying beast, the psychological pressure mounted sharply. Ten minutes passed. Twenty minutes. Until half a sun-hour later. All the centaurs ceased their attacks. The multiple quivers slung across their backs were now completely empty, not a single arrow left. They stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly at the bone dragon still rampaging through the city, entirely ignoring them. All the centaurs were bewildered now. Had this damned bone dragon been brainwashed by pigs? What exactly did it want? If it was an enemy, why hadn’t it attacked them directly? If it wasn’t an enemy, why was it destroying their spoils of war?? In this half a sun-hour, they had fired every arrow in their possession, yet even so, they hadn’t been able to harm the bone dragon in the slightest. Now, the centaurs realized that this bone dragon didn’t seem to harbor any ill will toward them. It just stared intently at the city, completely uninterested in attacking them. This discovery caused the previously tense centaur army to relax slightly.