BOOOOOOOOM!
Pythor struck down the Planetary Emperor, Robin Burton, and for a moment, it seemed as though he had killed him. However, in the process, Pythor had also struck himself, and his massive head crashed into the ground like a falling meteor.
The sheer spectacle of the event sent waves of shock and chaos rippling through the entire battlefield. In every combat zone, from the outermost trenches to the heart of the city, warriors on both sides paused momentarily, trying to grasp the reality of what had just occurred.
But nowhere was the reaction more immediate and intense than among the Martial Emperors.
"Your Majesty!!"
The Seventy-Seventh Son of the Great Serpent Empire cried out in terror before immediately turning and bolting toward the city. If His Majesty Pythor had fallen, then everything they were fighting for would be meaningless!
"The Lord!"
"The Lord has fallen!!"