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.

won." "That's not the point."

living beings and left not

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

just cares too much about his

Realms and the

the Doom Race has established

need drastic changes if they

though he sometimes acts

awaken his talent for

Xezal valued him so much? That’s

better leader for the Jademora

to be an administrator, while Truett is a born warrior." "That’s cruel." Thea shook

over." James held

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

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

back? Can I not do it? Hey, at least give me some time to prepare!"

the Doom Race’s hierarchy and

Saints were chosen, and

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