Many powerhouses gathered in the Doom Race’s main hall.

Youri sat in the highest seat with a gloomy expression. He raised his hand and slammed the table in front of him. The table made of special materials instantly fell apart.

“Damn it! I’m fucking pissed!”

Youri’s wrinkled face was furious. The Dooms were so close to conquering the Greater Realms and creating a new prosperous world under their reign. However, their plans had fallen short.

The powerhouses in the main hall remained silent.