The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 7518

After Yadira screamed, an eerie silence fell over the area.

The senior authorities of the Doom Race were steeped in despair, their resignation evident.

James had already made up his mind. Even if Xezal arrived, she wouldn't be able to change anything.

Moreover, Xezal's prolonged absence suggested she had given up on the Doom Race or had already been dealt with by James.

Now, the Doom Race was like a cornered rat, despised and attacked by all. If this continued, they might not even have a chance to return to the Dark World.

Suddenly, Yadira pointed at the senior authorities of the Doom Race, her voice seething with anger. "Cowards! This is why the Doom Race will never rise. The Doom Race will..."

Before she could finish, her anger turned to shock.

When she raised her head, Wyot was already right in front of her. With a swift thrust, he pierced her body with his longsword. The sharp pain radiated through her entire being.

The sudden act stunned everyone present.

Yadira glared at Wyot, blood spurting from her mouth and splattering onto Wyot's face.

"You talk too much," Wyot said with a trembling voice. "You can go insane for love, but you shouldn't drag the entire Doom Race down with you. "Because of your personal vendetta, you've made the entire race seek vengeance on your behalf. You aren't acting for the good of the Doom Race; you're pushing us into an abyss."

Wyot then pulled out the longsword. Yadira trembled and pointed at Wyot before bursting into manic laughter.

"Wyot... You've finally shown your true colors. It seems we were all wrong about you. Only the Chancellor knew who you really are."

Wyot looked stunned upon hearing this. He watched Yadira collapse to the ground, an eerie smile on her face.

Wyot seemed paralyzed, like he had been struck by lightning.

Suddenly, an uproar broke out among the crowd.

“What does she mean?" Thea asked James telepathically.

James sighed. "I don't know what game she's playing."

At this moment, the fake James looked at the fallen Yadira, now lying in a pool of blood, and shook his head in exasperation. "What do you gain from this?"

Wyot regained his composure and knelt on one knee before the fake James.

"Your Highness, as the head of the

Doom Race, I've failed to control my

people and allowed them to

mit

such sins. I am unworthy of the

Jademora Empire.

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"So, I hope you will accept my resignation from the position of the Jademora Empire's Dravon War King. will lead the Doom Race out of Forladtt Land and back to the Dark World."

The fake James frowned upon hearing this.

The war kings grew anxious.

"Wyot, what are you doing?" Maxine demanded. "Though you're the head of the Doom Race, you've never meddled in their affairs. Their crimes aren't your responsibility."

Xatia stepped forward as well.

"Dravon War King, you've done so much for the Jademora Empire. You can't back down over this matter at such a critical moment."

"Wyot, why are you acting this way?" Matias shouted angrily. "This has nothing to do with you. That woman should bear the responsibility, not you." Meanwhile, Adair knelt on one knee before the fake James.