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.

the point." Thea rolled her

these living beings and left

say Wyot is a fool, but he

much about

the Greater Realms and the

the Doom Race has established too

drastic changes if

powerhouse, though he

can awaken his talent for rulership."

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

better

administrator, while Truett is a born warrior."

battle is over."

Doom Race's hierarchy now." "Where are we going now?" Thea

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

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

fist, the Doom Race’s hierarchy and rules were

chosen, and

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