The Almighty Dragon General

With Lyla's current strength as a Path Emperor, she couldn't even save herself.

James didn't waste words with her. With a wave of his hand, he sent her into Frona's Cultivation Heart space. Then, James turned to Wynton, who had yet to make a move. "Now that you've revealed your true form, how do you plan to die?"

"With this broken formation of yours?" Wynton laughed sinisterly. "Do you think this can withstand a full-scale battle between us?"

James didn't respond. Instead, he waved his hand, and a divine sword with a golden glow appeared in his grasp.

"The Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword?" Wynton frowned.

"Yes," James nodded. "Let's see you die by your own sword."

"Haha!" Wynton laughed again. "You know this is my sword. Do you think you can control it?"

two fingers and shouted,

burst of Waltraud Power from his fingertips, the Demon-Slayer Sword in

Suddenly, a beam of holy Sword Energy swiftly expanded, slicing off Wynton's two fingers with a swish. With a muffled grunt, Wynton retreated tens of

this possible? This sword is my creation, infused with the strongest powers of Haleth Realm. How can

he could

slash. This time Wynton didn't dare to be careless. He used both palms to release a terrifying burst of Waltraud Rower, instantly shattering the

engaging James in close combat within the formation. The ultimate battle

creating endless illusions,

even the River of Time to tremble violently. Each exchange of blows unleashed

of Time, two thousand Doom Race warriors led