The sudden event frightened the powerhouses and senior authorities of the Doom Race, who fell to their knees, desperately begging for mercy.

Wyot showed no compassion.

Wielding the Chaos Honlarne Sword with incredible speed, his strikes swept through the battlefield, decapitating his enemies.

The senior authorities of the Doom Race, the Lords of fifty-three universes, and about eighty Great Elders perished.

Their headless corpses exploded, their golden bodies disintegrating.

Snow swirled into fog as the remains of the dead scattered like ash.

The Lords and Heavenly Paths of the Doom Plane, lined up on the plaza, held their breaths in terror.

Witnessing this massacre, Thea shivered.

"He actually killed them all.

It’s not right." "It is right," James said, looking at Thea.

"That's not the

these living beings

Doom Race..." James interrupted, “They say

just cares too much about

Realms

Doom Race has established

changes if

is a powerhouse, though he sometimes acts like

awaken his talent for

valued him so much? That’s

a much better leader

Truett is a born warrior." "That’s cruel." Thea shook her

battle is over." James held

reorganize the Doom Race's hierarchy now." "Where are we going

for you to keep your word." "Hey, no!" Thea

say yes! Can I take it back? Can I not do it? Hey, at least give me some time to prepare!" She was dragged

fist, the Doom Race’s

were chosen, and

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