The Almighty Dragon General

Hundreds of eyes scanned Yianni, Yaretzi, Thea, and even James, one by one.

The group of Dooms’ high-ranking members frowned and finally directed their attention to Wyot.

Upon seeing his attire, their faces contorted in confusion.

At that moment, an elderly man with white hair suddenly stepped forward.

“Wyot, did you request for someone to ring the Chaos Bell?” Wyot stared at him and replied coldly, “No, I rang it myself.” The group of high-ranking members immediately burst into an uproar, questioning his right to ring the Chaos Bell.

Wyot had rarely involved himself in the Dooms’ affairs and seldom returned to their territory.

He never fought for their interests.

Consequently, in their eyes, he was an ungrateful and heartless man who had forgotten his roots.

After a while, the elderly man looked at Wyot with a contemptuous smile.

“What do you want, Wyot?” Wyot replied solemnly, “I’m calling for a Doom Conference to rectify our race’s affairs.” The elderly man tilted his head back and laughed loudly.

joined in, baffled by his

think you are, Wyot? What gives you the right to rectify our race’s affairs? We're currently thriving

for?” Several more voices

and claws, James turned to Thea and said,

the Dooms, and his words are practically useless.” James

knew him to be a man capable of seeing the

such a

be a reason behind the current

them and explained, “That vicious woman has the final say

has long been sidelined.” Thea asked, “You keep mentioning

you talking about?” James blurted out, “Xezal?” Jaime gritted his teeth and said, “It seems you also

You're right —it’s Xezal.

and mighty chancellor and

pillar of the Dooms.” James pondered this insight

indeed a

strategic, and her

very few could