Mess

"Do you really want to miss out on the Faith eradicating the centaurs will bring us? Stop speaking nonsense and tie our Clans to him immediately!" 

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.