Before the monarch of the sun could finish speaking, the asura understood everything.

"You pieces of trash!" The asura's words were accompanied by pressure that made the five sura monarchs feel as though a mountain was pressing down on their backs. They began to vomit blood. "If you can't even protect our land, what's the point of keeping the five of you around?!"

"No, please, my lord! We've tried our best to stop the onslaught, but our opponents are dastardly and wicked!"

The five monarchs pleaded for their lives. The asura didn't respond. With a snap of his fingers, the five sura monarchs all lost a part of their body. Before they could scream, the asura stepped forward, piercing the boundaries of space as he...