The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 6154
Quartney flashed James a contemptuous smile. "You think you're really smart, huh?
'The Yorsh you had was added with the Deadgory Bugs I received from the Timaeus Sect's leader. As soon as I activate them, you'll feel as if you're in a living hell."
James grinned and shrugged. "Well, you can try."
Quartney pointed at James. A few seconds later, a ball of black light glowed at the tip of her finger.
However, James seemed completely fine no matter how long Quartney recited the chant.
"No, that's impossible!" Quartney shouted, 'You had the drink just now!"
"I did." James nodded. 'The drink was tasty. Unfortunately, its effectiveness is similar to your powers. Both didn't work that well.”
Quartney felt extremely humiliated. "You’ve only reached the peak of Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Eighth Tribulation. I’ll end you with my own hands then!"

Quartney extended her hand and charged toward James.
James conjured a huge evil spirit before him at that moment.
It was too late for Quartney to stop, and her hand fell right over the evil spirit’s crotch.
James said sarcastically, ‘Wow! I never knew the lustus Sect's leader was such a bold person. Are you attracted to evil spirits too?"
'You bastard!" Quartney's cheeks were burning. She tried to rush toward
James but was sent flying out of the hall by the evil spirit's forceful punch.
Cerise immediately ran for the door as she could sense that things were going out of hand. Just then, a gigantic bell materialized around the hall and covered it entirely.
As the bell started ringing, Cerise was slammed against the inner wall of the bell by an immense, mysterious energy. She coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Cerise fell onto the floor. She screamed and trashed around as she could feel an agonizing pain deep in her soul.
At the same time, Cerise was losing her Genesis Power.
'You just entered the peak of Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Ninth Tribulation, right?" James grinned. "Get on your knees. Otherwise, I'll make you drop from that rank soon."
"Please! Please spare me!" Cerise scrambled to get on her knees and cried desperately.
When James stopped ringing the bell, Cerise finally managed to lift her head and looked at him.
James said, 'You're not trained for battles. Am I right?"
"I... I’m not." Cerise shook her head. "I specialize in healing and making medicines."