John silently assessed the situation.
If he had to face the peak God King of the Myriad Races alone, protecting himself would not be difficult. However, killing the other party instantly would be another matter entirely.
A God King possessed a far deeper comprehension of laws. Defeating one was easy, but killing one was exceedingly difficult.
Just as the God King of the Myriad Races attempted to break free from Starsea Sovereign's suppression—
The golden rune suddenly erupted with dazzling light.
Whoosh!
It rapidly shrank to the size of a palm before sinking directly into the God King's forehead.
The God King's body abruptly stiffened and became completely motionless. A savage expression of struggle remained frozen on his face.
"God King of the Myriad Races, the Wheel of Fate has turned, and today marks your destined destruction."
Starsea Sovereign's voice rang out, his tone calm and indifferent.
"Today, I shall send you to your grave."
