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." Thea rolled

killed all these living beings and

say

just cares too much about

talked about the Greater Realms and the sweeping reform

Doom Race has established too many

need drastic changes if they want a fresh

powerhouse, though he sometimes acts like an

can awaken his talent for rulership." Thea inhaled

much? That’s why you pushed him

much better leader for

while Truett is

is over." James held

the Doom Race's hierarchy now."

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

say yes! Can I take it back? Can I not do it? Hey, at least give me some time

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

Saints were chosen, and positions were

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