The Almighty Dragon General

Looking at the crowd of high-ranking Dooms members hurling mockery at him, Wyot's silence broke into an angry laugh. Raising his hand, a Bohnwer Light materialized into a phantom hand, which then grabbed the elderly man's neck, lifting him into the air.

The group of high-ranking members was startled by the spectacle. Even James' group displayed surprised expressions.

"Wyot, you... cough!" the elderly man struggled to speak, "You're..."

Wyot cut him off, "You're the last senior elder within the Dooms. I've always treated you with respect, but that doesn't give you the right to exploit it and act arrogantly."

"You..."

Wyot's tone turned icy, "I've never sought unreasonable benefits for the Dooms. But I will never forget that we were once just a group of ants struggling in a minor plane within the Dark World. Back then, we thought we had made it by being one of the top ten races."

His gaze swept across the high-ranking members as he raised his voice, "James led us out of that tiny place and showed us the vastness of the Dark World.

the Extraterrestrial Demons, conquered the Four Ancient Races, and died battling Xayal. Miraculously, he was revived during

trembled at his

"Without James, the Dooms are nothing. There would be no Jademora Empire, nor

members. "All of your glory, cultivation resources, and status are

rendering them speechless; some even

slowly raised his head to look at Balochi, who dangled

elder with high status and notable achievements However, never forget that I am the Dooms' Leader,

rose, nearly

high-ranking members frowned, humiliated

"Whoever dares to violate it will be my enemy, as well as the

one's status, violators of

the phantom hand tightened