The plaza instantly descended into enormous chaos.
The Snow Clan people were completely at a loss.
Why were they willing to devote everything to His Highness the Divine Son, yet this attack still showed no mercy?
If this sword came down, not only Mu Fan and Lu Qingxue, but they themselves would be reduced to ashes as well.
Below the altar, some people who had mentally collapsed began fleeing frantically backward.
A cruel smile rose at the corner of Ambros's eyes as he took in every expression among the Snow Clan.
The great Touch of the Nest continuously drew energy from the Forest Domain gathering source.
Bazir's Sen Nether Slash could sever a warship while piloting a mecha.
And on his own, it was enough to wipe out an army of thousands!
Worthy of being the second greatest general under his command.
As for that woman, she could accompany her native lover and be sacrificed here alongside the clansmen behind her.
This Snow Clan truly was useless.
The light burning across Bazir's green armor abruptly extended along the tip of his sword. A massive sword phantom over ten meters long materialized grimly in the sky.
He swung both arms with all his might.
It came crashing down!
A sense of inescapable death rose between the brows of everyone beneath the blade.
The ten-meter greatsword trailed a dazzling streak of light as it crashed down.
"They are merely puppets who offered their souls to those Bugs, yet they dare offend my race's divine majesty!"
Mo Handa's cold, hoarse voice rang in his ears, carrying endless killing intent. "They're only food. Kill them."
Mu Fan slowly raised his eyes, his pupils entirely green like swirling vortices.
In an instant, the air around Dragon Rider condensed into a strange vortex before exploding outward.