Chapter 78: What’s Taking Them So Long

The centurion let out an imperious grunt and covered his whole body in mystic energy, preparing himself to withstand the Dao spell head on. Human cultivators were feeble, whereas centurions possessed a great reservoir of mystic energy and wore heavy armor. The spell of an ordinary Dao Foundation stage cultivator would at most inflict a small wound on him.

A pair of cyclones appeared on from his left and right, spinning fist-sized rocks at high speed and pelting them against his body. At the same time, a lump of watery blue exploded in front of his mount and unleashed a shower of water blades at its head. The startled warhorse hurriedly lifted its forelegs into the air and blocked the rest of the water blades with its chest armor. Finally, a jar-sized meteor appeared in the sky and fell straight toward the centurion’s head.

Although the centurion’s vision was still blurry, it took him little effort to shoot the meteor falling toward his head into pieces. Out of the four Dao spells, only the meteor in the sky posed some threat. The rest were nuisances at most. He let out an uproarious laugh and roared, “Doesn’t hurt, doesn’t tickle!”

...