The major leaders departed one after another.
Molo could no longer keep his expression under control. He clearly had not done any strenuous exercise, yet he began panting heavily, his entire body sounding like a bellows.
That furious state made the City Lord frown.
Molo's mental fortitude was far too poor.
That "savior" from back then had possessed a spirit of fearless courage and boldness.
Even when facing a desperate situation, he had continued searching for a way to break through it.
In the end, he had chosen to sacrifice himself and resolved the Nether Corpse Incident sixty years ago.
If Molo had not looked exactly like him, and if their powers had not matched as well, she would have even suspected whether Molo was truly his reincarnation.
It was at that moment that Molo turned to look at the City Lord.
Though he tried his best to hide it, who was the City Lord? She still caught that flicker of dissatisfaction toward her in Molo's eyes.
It was as if he were saying, weren't you, the City Lord, the strongest in Silver City?
Then why hadn't she stopped Naimus from attacking him earlier?
Why was she so wary of Naimus instead of stepping forward to vent his anger for him?
It was precisely because the City Lord had cowered before Naimus that he had been forced to back down as well.
His anger at being humiliated for his own weakness had spilled over onto the City Lord.
Fortunately, Molo still retained some rationality. He concealed his dissatisfaction instead of voicing it outright.
Though the City Lord had seen through him, she did not expose it.
Molo was the savior meant to deal with the Nether Corpse Incident. He would be extremely important from this point on.
This small grievance