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 her

beings and left not one

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

just cares too much about

talked about the Greater Realms and the sweeping

Race has established

changes if they want a

though he sometimes acts

training, he can awaken his

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

much better leader for the Jademora

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

battle is over." James

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

annoyed, James replied, "Time for you to

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

Wyot’s iron fist, the Doom Race’s

chosen,

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