Denton Horton glared at Dudley Lynch, saying, "Where's your White Bone Club? Isn't that a Saint Weapon?"
"If you could activate the White Bone Club, you might turn defeat into victory!"
Dudley Lynch suddenly understood. His hand trembled, and he took out the White Bone Club.
Then, swinging the White Bone Club in his hand, Dudley Lynch pondered and said, "You mean this? Ah, if it wasn't for your reminder, I would have forgotten about it..."
"Waste!" Denton Horton painfully spat out two words.
He slackened on the bed, trembling as he spoke, "The North Plain is temporarily entrusted to you during this time, and once I am healed, I will return to the Southern Province and destroy them..."
Yet, Dudley Lynch sneered, "My lord, do you still plan to go back? You have already failed many times, why bother again?"
Denton Horton's face grew cold. He stared at Dudley Lynch, asking, "What do you mean?"
"Me? What can I mean..." Dudley Lynch's tone became eerie.