That was also why the Thunderclap Overlord had shown fear when he heard that fellow's words.
They had truly struck him where it hurt.
"Hmph, let's see what you can do to me!"
The Thunderclap Overlord did not believe these fellows could actually kill him.
Though every one of them was powerful, he was no pushover either.
He had roamed Chaos for so long and witnessed the fall and rise of far too many mighty figures.
He understood one thing very clearly.
If he showed even a trace of cowardice now, death would be the price he paid.
He stopped moving toward the World of the Void.
Instead, he charged straight into the pack of lone wolves.
It had been a long time since he had unleashed a slaughter.
This time, he would kill to his heart's content.
With the Yin-Yang Mother-and-Child Sword in hand, he hacked his way through the crowd. Bolts of lightning ran wild, slaughtering the lone wolves without mercy.
Seeing the fighting prowess this fellow displayed,
everyone's face filled with fear.
Continuing the fight would do them no good whatsoever.
Although this fellow had indeed exhausted most of his strength,
the gap between the two sides was clearly too great-so great that numbers could not bridge it.
"Lord of Extreme Cold, why haven't you made your move yet?"
"Four Little Saints, are you hoping to reap the fisherman's profit while others fight? Hold this fellow down! Only then will we have a chance to kill him!"
Calls for the Ultimate Powerhouses rang out incessantly from the crowd.
Hearing their names, the Thunderclap Overlord felt puzzled.
To be honest, he was still poorly informed.
He only knew the Lord of Extreme Cold, whose name was simply too dazzling to miss-a figure who had swept across all of