The Almighty Dragon General

“So, Wyot from the Doom Race is actually Forty-nine, not a member of the Doom Race but a member of the Human Race. If I’m not mistaken, this must be the plan of the Human Race, and the real Wyot is still in the hands of the Heaven-Eradicating Sect.

“When you came to our clan earlier to request an Empyrean Herb, it was to conceal your own soul aura, am I correct?”

Since the situation had developed to this point, there was no need for Jethro to conceal anything anymore.

He spoke truthfully, saying, “It was also you who went to the Cloud Race pretending to be Wyot from the Doom Race. The token entrusted to the Cloud Race is in your hands, and it was you who provoked the animosity with the Soul Race.”

Upon hearing this, James’ expression grew uncertain, and a myriad of conflicting emotions washed over him. At that moment, he was torn between the decision of whether to take action or remain passive.

However, he knew that he might not be able to completely annihilate the Angel Race with his current strength. If any living beings from the Angel Race were to escape and reveal this matter, his position within the Doom Race would be compromised.

This would be detrimental to Thea’s plan.

Angel Race if the matter had already spread throughout their race, even if it meant risking his life. There might still be a chance for a turnaround if only a few individuals within the Angel

Jethro that James harbored a strong intent to

knew that the imposter posing as Wyot before him had

are. This is your matter with the Doom Race, and my clan has no intention of getting involved.

to anyone else. No other living beings will come to know about it,” Jethro made a solemn

world might not necessarily

Elder of the Doom Race, so once this information spread, it would be easy for James to mobilize the power of the Doom Race to annihilate

could use the excuse of sowing discord to wipe out the Angel Race and serve it as

races would not

himself with

killing intent in his heart gradually subsided. A smile emerged on his face as he spoke, “Patriarch Amani, your deductions are quite logical, but they are merely your own deductions. I have never heard of Forty-nine from the Human Race. I’m Wyot Dalibor, the Great Elder of the Doom

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