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.

forget that we were once just a group of ants struggling in a minor plane within

by being one of the top ten races." His gaze swept across the high-ranking members

the Four Ancient Races, and

was revived during the Greater Realms' battle." The assembly trembled

"Without James, the

no Jademora Empire, nor would we have achieved what we have today." "You!" Wyot pointed at the high-ranking

words thundered in everyone’s ears,

head to look

senior elder with high status

Dooms’ Leader, appointed by Emperor Caden!" Wyot’s

members frowned, humiliated by

"Everything you and I

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