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.

not the point."

these living beings and left

interrupted, “They say Wyot is

just cares too much about his

Greater Realms and the sweeping reform it

Doom Race has

need drastic changes if

a powerhouse, though he sometimes

adequate training, he can awaken his talent

much? That’s why you pushed him so hard?" "Yes,"

much better leader for

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

is over." James held

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

annoyed, James replied, "Time for you to

it? Hey, at least

iron fist, the Doom Race’s hierarchy

chosen, and positions were

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