Chapter 1685

"Drakon King," they respectfully called out.

Xayne nodded and stepped into the base. He turned to his military advisor. "Are there any casualties?"

The military advisor grinned. "Drakon King, don't worry. Dealing with these small fries is a piece of cake."

Xayne nodded again and entered the command room to discuss the next steps with Dragos and the military advisor.

Meanwhile, a grand and majestic white castle stood on a cliff overlooking the western coastline in a luxurious mansion somewhere in Woaling. Nearby, dense forests added to the scenery.

Inside the castle's hall was a man clad in a black silk robe. He was exceptionally muscular with a tan-comp middle-aged man. He looked like a typical Westfordian, with short, neat hair and sharp, deep-set eyes radiating coldness. His high nose resembled a hawk's beak.

Holding a whiskey bottle, he sat on a stone throne encrusted with countless gems and diamonds.

Below, dozens of men and women of various ages and expressions waited silen