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.

"That's not the

beings and left not one trusted

Race..." James interrupted, “They say Wyot

just cares too much

Realms and the sweeping

Doom Race has established too many bad

changes if they want

he sometimes acts

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

valued him so much? That’s why you pushed

a much better

an administrator, while Truett is a born warrior."

over." James held

should let him reorganize the Doom Race's hierarchy now."

you to keep your word." "Hey, no!" Thea

I not do it? Hey, at least give me some time to

iron fist, the Doom

Saints were chosen, and

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