Horace was dead!
After being burned by the Netherworld Divine Fire, he was unsurprisingly reduced to ashes.
He had come in a hurry and was also gone in a hurry.
His death caused a large number of people to feel as if they had plummeted into an ice cave. Their hands and feet were cold and clammy as endless fear and hopelessness came over them. It felt no different from the entire sky collapsing unto them.
Among them, the Thunder Titan Emperor was one who felt it the strongest.
No hint of blood could be seen in the Titan Empire's ruler's countenance at the moment. As if he had been drained of strength, he fell limp onto the ground.
"It's over! The Titan Empire is totally over!"
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The Beast Emperor felt just as hopeless.
Even an unfathomably powerful true god like Horace had been so badly beaten up by Meng Lei in a one-sided fight. How were they, the Beast People Empire, supposed to contend with Meng Lei?
