There was nothing but silence in the basement.
The crowned man glanced at the staff bearers with resentment. The leadership of the Council of Truth all lowered their heads subconsciously, not having the courage to meet his eyes.
Who wouldn't want to take care of the trouble that was Zuo Yi?
The war between Zuo Yi and the Council of Truth had already made them restless. None of them wanted to be the fourth or fifth staff bearer to be killed by Zuo Yi …
However, the Council of Truth had dealt with Zuo Yi a long time ago, and what was the result?
The bloody example was right in front of their eyes. None of them would choose to stand out at such a moment.
The Council of Truth had not been having a good time this year. The "Fear Descends" plan that they implemented a while ago had suffered a serious setback. Not only did they fail to achieve anything, but they also suffered heavy casualties under the strike of the supernatural forces of various countries. A lot of elite stalkers and daggers bearers were killed or wounded, too.
More seriously, the Council of Truth had been reduced to a rat that was despised by everybody in the inner world. Recently, it had also been stabbed by the Tarot Club, its archenemy, several times. It was barely stable anymore.
Now, they were threatening to deal with Zuo Yi. Zuo Yi was certainly not easy to deal with. As the third Alpha in Da Xia, he was even more famous than Qin Wuyang and Fan Hailiu. His strength was even more immeasurable.
Also, because of the "Fear Descends" plan, the Council of Truth's forces in Da Xia were almost uprooted. It had no spare power to carry out any new operations.
The twenty staff bearers on the spot were all angry. They had been living a good life, but the crowned man just had to come up with the "Fear Descends" plan and raise a so-called tide of terror all over the world …
That was truly inexplicable!
The Council of Truth was indeed very powerful, but it was not strong enough to resist the whole world. The seven supernatural forces were certainly not to be trifled with. How could they tolerate such a thing in their own territory?
As it turned out, the "Fear Descends" plan initiated by the crowned man was a joke!
However, despite their discontent, none of the staff bearers dared to offend the authority of the crowned man. Their power and influence came from the latter, and the price of betrayal was too high.
The crown wearer withdrew his gaze in disappointment and resentment.
If these guys in front of him were real people, he would definitely whip them with the Whip of Truth to remind them of their identity and responsibility.
In the eyes of the crowned man, the staff bearers had all fallen. They had wealth and power, and were used to living luxurious lives. They had long since lost their courage and fighting spirit, and had betrayed their former vows.
Just one Alpha was enough to silence everyone. It was a shame to the Truth Council.
Unfortunately, he could not hit the holographic image.
The crowned man realized that it was unrealistic to expect the staff bearers to deal with Zuo Yi.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, he waved his hand and said, "Think about it carefully. Zuo Yi is crazy. He won't let you go. Today's meeting ends here, but next time you have to come up with a plan, otherwise …"
"Your cowardice and cowardice will be punished by God!"
The last two sentences were squeezed out from between the teeth of the crowned man, as if they were ravings from hell, carrying the deepest curse, causing all the staff holders present to tremble in fear!
Because they knew that the crowned man's threat was definitely not a bluff!
The staff holders stood up one by one, bowed to the crowned man silently, and then left the conference room.
When the holographic image of the last staff holder disappeared, the crowned man sitting alone on the main seat couldn't help but roar angrily, "Trash! You're all trash!"
As the current crowned man of the Truth Council, all the staff holders were personally selected and trained by him. He gave them strength and invested resources to help them grow.
Soldiers were trained for a thousand days to be used for a moment, but when it was really time for them to make sacrifices for the organization, they were all disloyal.
Although the crowned man was not worried that his subordinates would betray him, because they had all made a divine oath when they joined the organization, he could not guarantee that everyone would be loyal and willing to contribute.
The Truth Council's organizational system was very strict and had stood strong for thousands of years. However, in today's era of drastic changes, its existence had encountered unprecedented challenges.
But in the final analysis, strength was king. If he had unparalleled strength and could suppress Zuo Yi in person, all the staff holders would definitely respect him as if they were his arms.
However, the crowned man dared not.
Because he knew very well how powerful and terrifying Zuo Yi was. All kinds of deeds showed that Zuo Yi was very likely to be the most powerful Alpha in the world, or one of them.
The crowned man had no confidence that he could defeat Zuo Yi.
His angry roar could also be said to be a roar of incompetence!
After roaring angrily for a while, the crowned man took off his golden mask, revealing a pale old face.
He slowly stood up, opened the partition wall of the conference room, and came into the secret room.
The crowned man of the Truth Council took off his robe and coat, revealing his skinny upper body, and then knelt in front of the altar where the Dreadlord was enshrined.
On the altar, the hideous Dreadlord suddenly seemed to be "alive". A pair of demon eyes inlaid with obsidian emitted a sharp and cold light as it stared at the crowned man kneeling in front of it.
"Trash!"
An extremely cold voice suddenly rang out in the crowned man's mind. It was as if a red-hot steel needle had pierced into the depths of his skull. "Useless trash!"
The crowned man couldn't help but scream. He put his head on the cold floor and begged for mercy, "My Lord, please forgive my incompetence, please give me a little more time."
The Dreadlord didn't answer. The lifelike statue quietly exuded a large amount of black smoke, and in an instant, it condensed into a four or five-meter-long thorny whip and hit the crowned man like lightning.
"Ah!"
The whip fell silently, but the crowned man was twitching all over. His whole face was distorted, and he didn't know how much pain he had suffered. His eyes were full of despair.
He was like a dog that had been beaten.
But the Dreadlord didn't have the slightest mercy, and the thorny whip hit him again.
The door of the secret room silently closed automatically, isolating the crowned man's mournful howl.
When the door opened again, it was already half an hour later.
The crowned man, whose body was full of whip marks, slowly crawled out of the secret room, dragging a long trail of blood behind him. His upper body was badly mutilated, and in many places, white bones were even exposed. It was extremely miserable.
"Zuo, Zuo Yi …"
He gnashed his teeth and said the name. It was like a curse, echoing in the conference room for a long time.
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