"I'm willing to surrender! From this day forward, America will submit to the Xia Kingdom. We can all become your subordinates!"
Michael had lost the composure he had shown in the office. His eyes were filled with terror at the prospect of death.
But the next instant... he could no longer speak.
An endless darkness surfaced in Fang Yi's eyes. Torrential blood surged and spread, staining his pupils pitch-black.
Within that black world, Michael was bound and subjected to the boundless radiance of ten great suns. He had fallen into an illusion... a horrifying illusion that tortured him.
Michael went from pleading for mercy to utter terror, then finally to lifeless despair—all in three seconds.
Cold sweat dripped down, soaking his collar. His eyes bulged wide, and his entire body went limp.
"What... what did you do to him?!" The Raging Sea Lord's expression changed drastically.
He only sensed that the person beside him had suddenly lost all ability to resist, his spiritual energy beginning to dissipate.
The Yang God Lord had merely captured them. He had not even drawn his blade yet—so why had Michael become like this?
"I don't have time to waste on you." Fang Yi's gaze shifted slightly as his fingers tightened around the Raging Sea Lord's throat.
"I..." Before he could beg for mercy, Fang Yi snapped his neck.
At that moment, whether it was America's Lords or the British Empire's Lords who had rushed over, all fell silent.
A deathly silence fermented in the skies.
After Fang Yi effortlessly dealt with the two First Sequence Lords, his gaze fell upon the others.
The black-robed figure in the sky swung his blade.
Boom—!
The Blazing Tang Saber came crashing down. Its blazing saber light cleaved the Black Palace in two. The earth split apart, buildings