The Dooms were both anxious and enraged upon seeing the elite armies of the Dark World arrayed and ready. This was the ancestral territory of the Doom Race, and having another army flaunt their power here was an extreme insult and provocation to the dignity of the Dooms.

Under normal circumstances, they could easily annihilate the encircling forces in the blink of an eye. However, they dared not act rashly due to Thea’s earlier strike, which had repelled them.

When James and Thea, who had changed their appearances, emerged together, the senior authorities of the Doom Race, who had been suppressing their anger, erupted in outrage.

“Does anyone recognize these two?”

“Who are they? They don’t seem to be from our race.”

“Strangers can come and go freely in Chaos Temple? This is absurd!”

“Outrageous! Do they think we’re weak just because we’ve been exiled?”

“It must be that pig’s doing again. What is the Lord of the Dark World? I’ve killed at least thirty or fifty of those so-called