At this moment, Su Tao had already withdrawn his gaze.
He lowered his head and looked down at the several billion soldiers of the three great imperial dynasties.
Those soldiers had been utterly stunned.
From Su Tao sacrificing the Great Frost Imperial Dynasty, to slaughtering three marshals in succession, to breaking through to the sixth level of the Quasi-Saint realm and scattering Heavenly Punishment with a single punch—everything had happened too fast, so fast that they had no time to react.
All they saw was that golden figure becoming ever more terrifying, ever more dreadful, ever more despair-inducing.
And when Su Tao's gaze fell upon them, everyone felt a chill rise from the depths of their hearts.
That gaze was cold, hollow, devoid of all emotion.
As though he were looking at a swarm of ants.
"Your turn."
Su Tao spoke softly.
His voice was not loud, yet it rang clearly in every person's ears.
The next moment, he raised his right hand and gently clenched it.
BOOM!!!
Countless golden threads surged from around him, sweeping toward the several billion troops of the three great imperial dynasties like a tsunami.
The golden threads blotted out the sky, densely packed and seemingly endless.
Wherever they passed, even the Void trembled and wailed.
At last, the soldiers of the three great imperial dynasties came to their senses.
"Run!"
"Run, now!"
"Split up and run!"
Countless generals let out heart-rending roars. The several billion troops instantly collapsed into chaos, fleeing madly in every direction.
But the golden threads were far too fast.
So fast that they could not react at all.
The golden threads caught up to the soldiers at the rear and lightly pierced their bodies.
Their bodies stiffened, then visibly withered, aged, and died.
Their vitality, cultivation, and souls were all