The Almighty Dragon General

In the midst of the panic among the powerhouses of the Doom Race, Wyot spoke slowly with a somber expression.

“You disobey the Clan Leader’s orders, ignore the race’s rules, and act independently.

“Internally, you base positions on family background, show favoritism, form cliques, and engage in infighting.

“Externally, you abuse power, wreak havoc among all living beings, act arrogantly, and kill at will, exhibiting extreme cruelty.” As he spoke, Wyot descended two steps, causing the group of powerhouses to retreat in fear.

“When did the Doom Race become like this? And when did the clan leader become someone you could order around without respect? “Is it Xezal who gave you this courage? Or do you think having her support allows you to act with impunity?” Upon hearing this, the powerhouses were too frightened to even breathe.

They were huddled together.

Wyot pointed behind him to the Chaos Temple and said, “Since you are all here today, let’s make things clear.

Whoever among you feels qualified and capable of entering the highest temple of the Doom Race and becoming the new clan leader, leading the race back to glory, step forward now.” Faced with Wyot’s rebuke, the powerhouses turned pale and knelt down one by one.

the top of the steps, Thea glanced at James and then waved her hand,

your race’s

of leaders to solve the problem at

kneeling powerhouses trembled

usually meek and uninvolved Wyot could be

Lords of the Universe and more than eighty elders of

significant power within the race, dominating

the Jademora Empire’s Chancellor Xezal, they had forgotten the strict and dreadful rules of the Doom

drew the Chaos Honlarne Sword, unleashing an overwhelming

her hands and shouted, “I swear loyalty to the clan leader and am willing to

moment, their survival instincts reached their

such cultivation and status, they were

Wyot advanced toward them