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

What

we need you for?” Several more voices followed, expressing

them baring their fangs and claws, James turned to Thea and said, “It’s quite lively!” Thea

Wyot has no authority within the Dooms, and his words are practically useless.” James squinted

a man capable of seeing the bigger

he should not have such

be a reason behind

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

sidelined.” Thea asked, “You keep mentioning a

“Xezal?” Jaime gritted his teeth and said, “It seems

You're right —it’s Xezal.

mighty chancellor and has

she’s the biggest pillar of the Dooms.” James pondered this insight with

indeed a

and strategic, and her

few could