Throughout an entire day, Braydon Neal embarked on a relentless rampage, systematically exterminating all quasi-divine individuals.
His mission was clear: eliminate any threats to his younger brothers.
Once his grim task was complete, Braydon vanished in the blink of an eye.
He couldn't afford to linger in Zunde Royal City for too long.
Speeding away, Braydon wasted no time.
At every sighting of a gathering of demon beasts, he struck without hesitation.
With a wave of his hand, a brilliant light descended from the heavens—a chilling sword light, slicing through space itself.
Braydon had inherited the spatial legacy of the Star Tower, mastering the elusive arts of space and time to a considerable extent.
The razor-sharp sword light left a trail of corpses in its wake as Braydon made his way back to the small mountain.
