"Your Majesty, Please give the order!" Ares, who was covered in armor, stepped forward to ask for instructions.
Ever since the last time he led the army into the depths of the Battle of a Hundred Dynasties.
In order to prevent him from doing anything else,
he could not act without Jerry's orders;
he could only stay and cultivate in the divine hall.
Ares, who had been resting for a long time, immediately lost control of his killing intent.
As soon as he heard Jerry's order,
he wanted to slaughter everyone.
The killing intent of a King of the Gods was not something that the ordinary cultivators around could withstand.
At first, those people were already shocked by the sudden appearance of countless soldiers and began to doubt their lives.
Now, Ares did not hide his killing intent towards them,
it made them feel as if they were in the midst of a cold wind.
They were trembling, unable to speak.