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."

killed all these living beings and left

James interrupted, “They say Wyot is a

just cares too much about his

talked about the Greater Realms and the sweeping

Wyot, the Doom Race has established too

drastic changes if

though he sometimes acts like an

he can awaken his

him so much? That’s why

a much better leader for the Jademora Empire than

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

over." James held

hierarchy now."

replied, "Time for you to keep your word."

Can I take it back? Can I not do it?

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

were chosen, and positions were

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