"Idiots."
Daniel sneered, his eyes filled with contempt.
They still wanted their treasures back now?
Did these fellows have something wrong with their brains?
He immediately summoned ninety-nine clones, filling the void densely.
Under the constant weakening of the Voidbound Grail, although this group of high-grade Divine-grade beings was powerful, they could at most be considered somewhat troublesome.
And he hated trouble the most!
"Celestial Grasp—!"
Daniel once again unleashed the greater Sacred Art. A heaven-covering giant palm descended from above. Within its palm, countless layers of world projections rotated, and every palm line contained transcendent Strength.
At the same time, the ninety-nine clones surged toward those native powerhouses like a tide.
A trace of cold indifference flashed across Daniel's face.
"All of you—die!"
Rumble, rumble…!
The clones self-destructed in unison, and deafening explosions echoed through the void.
