God of Slaughter Treasure.
Blood-colored Space.
Thunderous sounds of slaughter echoed through heaven and earth, while thunder continually rumbled across the sky. An aura of sorrow filled every corner.
Extreme Heavenly Saint looked deeply moved. The Young Marshal Army swept through everything in their path with unstoppable force, while Wang Hao relied on his physical strength, which grew stronger with every kill, to slaughter the Saints until they were terrified out of their wits.
Bei Lele said in shock, "Wang Hao has killed more than twenty Saints already. Does he really not plan to leave!?"
Extreme Heavenly Saint let out a breath. "Wang Hao's physical body is now completely unafraid of Heaven-Ranked Supremes. Combined with his many methods, even if he leaves, the Saints will have no way to deal with him."
"Gulp..."
Bei Lele swallowed hard and stared blankly at Wang Hao.
Who could have imagined that this gifted young man, who had only just stepped onto the grand stage of the multiverse, would grow so quickly!?
Wang Hao shouted heroically, "From this day onward, I will begin my path to ruling the multiverse. Above and below heaven, I alone shall reign supreme..."
"Born for the Young Marshal, fight for the Young Marshal!"
The Young Marshal Army's morale soared as they unleashed an earth-shaking roar, then frantically began harvesting heads.
The Saints were scared out of their wits. They claimed they had never seen an army with such cohesion. Even the super legions forged by the Three Giants could hardly possess the Young Marshal Army's powerful unity.
And once an army possessed such powerful cohesion, its combat strength was entirely imaginable.
The three Peak Saints wore extremely grave expressions. Wang Hao was now fully qualified to contend with the Three Giants.
"Whoosh..."
At that moment, a sharp sound of