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

assembly trembled at his

James, the Dooms are nothing. There would be no Jademora Empire, nor would we have achieved what we

members. "All of your glory,

everyone's ears, rendering them speechless; some even bowed their heads in

his head to look at Balochi, who dangled in his

senior elder with high status and notable achievements However, never

rose,

high-ranking members frowned, humiliated by his

represents the highest law in the Greater Realms!" "Whoever dares to violate it will be my enemy, as well as

violators of

phantom hand