1219, Drac leaves

"Hide, what was going on with your voting just now?" Drac stared at the Glowing Locust named Hide, the intense murderous intent flickering in his pitch-black eye sockets.

"Lord Drac, I... I..." Hide was so scared that his mind went blank, he didn't even know how to organize his words to explain.

The murderous intent in Drac's eyes meant he wouldn't let this go easily. Even if Hide had cast a dissenting vote just now, would Drac really let him go?

Just as Hide was racking his brains for an explanation, Drac's gaze swept over to the other God Level beings: "In the recent vote, 82% of you actually cast a vote in favor!

If I were really fatally injured and on the brink of death, would you now be conspiring with the Holy Silver army to dismember me?"

"Lord Drac, please listen to my explanation..."

"It's not what you think!"

"We just weren't thinking clearly for a moment..."

The God Level beings powered by Dark Energy were terrified and hastily tried to explain again.