The Dark Throne was not nervous. Instead, it calmly explained, "I don't know. Someone in the Dark Church has betrayed me. I will make those traitors pay the price."
"The demi-demons only came out to poison the continent when we were not here. When we return, we can still suppress them again, just like five thousand years of money. Now, the most important thing is the divine personality."
The Flame Throne opened its mouth to speak.
Archer was speechless by the words of the others. His eyes were complicated, and his expression kept changing.
The three thrones had made the right choice. If it were him, he would definitely agree with this decision, but it was Joelson.
"Archer."
A cold voice sounded in his ear. Archer turned his head and found that Joelson was looking at him coldly.
"One for each of us. We're even."