Chapter 451: Divine Might Descends, A Nation Annihilated with a Single Thought

The wind over the Daxia border carried the stench of blood and the bitter taste of humiliation. It whipped around the lone figure of Payne Zimmerman, kneeling on the scorched earth, his head bowed not in defeat, but under the crushing weight of an invisible force. Before him, perched arrogantly on a throne hastily assembled from the wreckage of Daxia's war machines, sat Renda Fane II. His face was a mask of triumphant sadism, his eyes gleaming with the perverse pleasure of a predator toying...