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 W