"Hiss..."
Such a horrifying scene was simply unheard of, unseen, and even unimagined throughout the long years Sovereign Four Emperors Slash had lived through.
These exiles actually dared to take the initiative and attack a Sovereign, attempting to hunt and slaughter it!?
In the material world, the wanderers here were more commonly called exiles.
Amid a bone-chilling gasp, the four blade-arms flashed one after another. Several powerful exiles were severed in an instant, followed by golden pillars of light raining down head-on from thousands upon thousands of compound eyes upon these nearly insane wanderers, densely packed until heaven and earth changed color.
In that instant, the power unleashed by Four Emperors Slash turned a vast stretch of sky into a domain of death. It was the brief explosive clash of hundreds of peak World Lords and Sovereigns!
One exile after another struggled and roared unwillingly. Some fell heavily wounded, while others were instantly annihilated. Yet most continued charging toward that flourishing mass of Omnipotent Soul, toward that hope that stirred such boundless yearning within them.
Mixed among the many wanderers displaying utter madness was Green, and even he could not help being infected by a trace of madness at this moment.
If there had been no Hope Scepter, no final hope of escaping the Dimensional Esophagus, Green asked himself honestly whether he would already have become exactly like these wanderers—perhaps even madder.
To hell with whatever Endless Sovereign. So long as there was the slightest hope of escaping the Dimensional Esophagus, he would destroy without hesitation every obstacle standing before him, until he died completely.
Amid interwoven light and darkness, Green fused with annihilation as he charged toward this impulsive and arrogant Sovereign. A lava creature enveloped in the golden radiance of Four Emperors Slash, its defenses clearly about to