At the sudden appearance of the Futan Bishop, the Council instantly fell silent. All the Governors present stared at the octopus-headed figure before them with hostile eyes.
Outeke's octopus-like slit eyes flashed with disdain. "Get Charles out here. I want to see him."
Clad in spotless white, Jenny took a step forward. "What are you doing here?" she asked warily.
"Isn't this the Abyss-Sea Council meeting? I am here today participating as the master of the East Sea," Outeke said, his words catching everyone by surprise.
From the crowd, Elizabeth let out a scornful sneer. "What's wrong? Faced with that all-consuming wall, your almighty Great Power, Futan Savito, can't do anything about it either?"
Laughter and jeers of varying pitches rippled through the crowd. After the last incident, the Futan Sect had become the enemy of everyone else.
"Laugh? You can still laugh in this situation? The Foundation is out to kill every last one of us this time! No one will be spared!"
