The Almighty Dragon General

"No, Xainte, no..." Thea struggled frantically, but James held her tightly, not allowing her to break free. "James, my dear father, shall we continue?" the sinister Hetsema suddenly asked, his tone chilling.

James remained unmoved, his face devoid of discernible emotion. At that moment, he seemed to disregard everything before him.

"Aren't you the revered Emperor Caden of the Greater Realms?" Hetsema laughed maniacally. "Haven't you become the lord of Haleth Realm?"

"You managed to trap all the beings of the past realm in a broken cauldron, so why not take out another one and trap us, along with your dear friends, children, and old acquaintances?"

The second Hetsema laughed ferociously. "He doesn't dare to! He's afraid! He knows he can't kill us. Even if he traps us in another space, we can still kill all his cherished friends and family."

Their laughter echoed through the past realm, filled with triumph and satisfaction as if they had finally found a way to torment James and were savoring the unprecedented joy of their revenge. But no matter how they mocked, ridiculed, or provoked, James held tightly onto Thea and remained calm.

Meanwhile, Zella, enveloped by James's Supreme Path Source, suddenly moved her delicate hand amid the Hetsemas' triumphant laughter. The next moment, she opened her eyes wide and emitted two beams of divine light. Then, she swiftly rose into the air, her hands moving rapidly.

amethyst-gold lights spread from her hands in all directions, quickly weaving into a vast net, radiating a holy brilliance that

in their sense of victory, felt the space around them tremble. When they snapped back

useless net, nothing

violet-gold net tightened around them as they spoke, shooting out two blinding beams

of an eye, the two Hetsemas were enveloped by

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the two Hetsemas' expressions of triumph and shock turned to agony, and they fell from

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