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.

will never forget that we were once just a group of ants struggling

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

the Four Ancient Races, and died

was revived during the Greater Realms' battle."

shouted, "Without James, the

would be no Jademora Empire, nor would we have achieved what we have today." "You!" Wyot pointed at

words thundered in

Wyot slowly raised his head to look at Balochi, who dangled

may be a senior elder with high

Dooms’ Leader, appointed by Emperor

high-ranking members frowned, humiliated by

"Everything you and I have comes