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.

snorted, waved his hands, and shot out a holy Sword Light in

the two Sword Lights

Wynton's surprise, his Sword Light shattered instantly. He watched as James' amethyst-gold sword flew toward him

the Energy Walls before disappearing, as if a pin had

Wynton laughed again. "Is this your so-called attack? I thought you could kill me in one move. It seems that your Three Treasures Integration and Five Spirits Integration aren't as impressive

sacred radiance

to find the strange sword heading

his massive body trembled. The Waltraud Power and the fates of

the countless Energy Walls he had erected collapsed

sacred swords with a holy radiance. They

swords, Wynton's body shrank with each piercing blow Soon he was reduced to

prestigious. Instead, he was covered in wounds and blood. He knelt on one