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?"

fingers

his fingertips, the Demon-Slayer

more words. He raised his hand and slashed with the sword. 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

possible? This sword is my creation, infused with the strongest powers of Haleth

could

him again. He unleashed another powerful slash. This time Wynton didn't dare to be careless.

he advanced instead of retreating, engaging James in close combat within the formation. The ultimate battle between the previous and

creating endless illusions,

clash caused James' formation and even the River of Time to tremble violently. Each exchange of blows unleashed terrifying shockwaves, continuously devastating the already

River of Time, two thousand Doom Race warriors led by Wyot struggled to maintain the Formation of Perception James had