Every Beam of Light Casts a Shadow

Though he was unwilling, Wells had no choice but to curse the other Supreme Lords while summoning the one thousand Temple Warriors of mixed troop types and sending them into the battle for his territory, all for the sake of staying alive.

Because they had been provided by different Lords, Wells could only summon them one by one. Some Lords had even demanded no small price, making Wells increasingly furious.

At a time like this, there were actually people profiting from the war and refusing to miss any chance to bleed him dry.

Wells swore that if he could survive this calamity, he would make these bastards pay, no matter what.

After noting down the several Supreme Lords who had demanded exorbitant prices for their support, Wells was about to leave the Alliance of Gods when he suddenly realized that, among all the Supreme Lords providing support, he had never found Lord Holder.

That man whom he had supported and promoted to the position of Supreme Lord had not provided him with even a single troop.

He had spent so many resources back then to push him into the position of Supreme Lord.

In the end, he had raised an ungrateful wretch!

At the thought of this, Wells flew into a rage. He opened his friend list and began questioning Lord Holder.

Holder, I haven't treated you badly, have I?

I supported you with everything I had and made you a Supreme Lord. And now you're too lazy to even send me support?

Doesn't your conscience hurt doing this?

After sending the messages and seeing that Holder did not reply for the time being, Wells could only shift his attention to the battlefield.

The battle in the sky above Wells Territory was the fiercest. Lord Huanyu wielded the Fire Demon