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

living beings and left not one trusted

interrupted, “They say Wyot is

too much

Realms and the sweeping

the Doom Race has established

need drastic changes if they

powerhouse, though he sometimes acts

he can awaken his

That’s why you pushed

is a much better leader for

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

is over." James

hierarchy now." "Where are

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

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

Doom Race’s

chosen,

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