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 point." Thea rolled

these living beings and left not

James interrupted, “They say Wyot is

much about his

about the Greater Realms

Doom Race has

drastic changes if

he

with adequate training, he can awaken

you and Xezal valued him so much? That’s why you

Wyot is a much better leader for the Jademora Empire than

Truett is

is over." James held Thea’s

should let him reorganize the Doom Race's hierarchy now." "Where are we going now?" Thea

you to keep your word."

it back? Can I not do it? Hey, at least give me some

Wyot’s iron fist, the Doom Race’s hierarchy and

Saints were chosen,

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