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." Thea rolled her

beings and left not

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

much about his loved

about the Greater Realms and the

Race has

drastic changes if they

is a powerhouse, though he sometimes

adequate training, he can awaken his talent for rulership." Thea

Xezal valued him so much? That’s

is a much better leader for the Jademora Empire than

Truett is a born warrior." "That’s cruel."

"The battle is over." James

hierarchy now." "Where are we

"Time for you to keep your word."

say yes! Can I take it back? Can I not do it? Hey,

Doom Race’s hierarchy

Saints were chosen, and positions

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