In an instant, the demigod of the Claude clan turned ashen, his face devoid of any color, his entire body frozen in mid-air like a puppet.
"Waolette, it's actually you, the traitor!"
Seeing this person, Glaire's face filled with hatred, she gritted her teeth, wishing she could swallow him whole: "You're nothing but an Atlantis dog, are you here to deal with us again?"
"No, no, no! It's not like that, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"
Waolette Claude's teeth chattered, his speech stuttered: "Lady Glaire, Lord Ying Yue, it's a misunderstanding! It's really just a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding!"
"Misunderstanding?"
Ying Yue raised an eyebrow: "I just clearly heard you say: 'How dare you rebels come here and cause trouble, you're seeking death!' Did I hear it wrong?!"
Waolette was rendered speechless, his face completely devoid of color. The name Ying Yue carried immense weight; how could anyone from Earth not know of him?
