The Almighty Dragon General

Hearing Wynton's shouts, James smiled calmly.

He finally understood why the powerhouses from the unorthodox sects were weaker than Waitara yet could fight against him for countless years, causing him endless headaches.

It wasn't because these powerhouses had strange Supernatural Powers.

Rather, it was because they were formed by the Daoisms of the strongest and second strongest Caeloros Gods, Frona and Yefrenes. Their Daoisms had a natural restraint on Waitara's Waltraud Power. At this moment, the Xwem Chessboard absorbed the Sword Lights that Wynton had shot out, shrunk, and returned to James.

"It has been three moves. It's my turn." As he spoke, James slowly stood up. "Wynton, I'll give you one more chance. Surrender and tell me the whereabouts of the other two Soremsias. Otherwise, I won't spare your life."

Upon hearing that, Wynton laughed, his laughter echoing throughout the entire River of Time.

"If I tell you that, will you surrender?"

James sighed. A dazzling amethyst-gold light erupted from his body, transforming into a massive sword that shot out.

hands, and shot out a

two

his Sword Light shattered instantly. He watched as James' amethyst-gold sword flew toward him with alarming speed.

the Energy Walls before disappearing, as if a pin had dropped into the

thought you could kill me in one move. It seems that your Three

with sacred radiance

to

body trembled. The Waltraud Power and the fates of living beings quickly left his

Walls

had shot out turned into millions of sacred swords with a holy radiance. They rotated around Wynton before the Sword

shrank with each piercing blow Soon he was reduced

he was covered in wounds and blood. He knelt on one knee in the void, his hair disheveled as