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?"

raised two fingers and shouted,

from his fingertips, the

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

with the strongest powers of Haleth Realm. How can it

he could finish

divine sword and charged at him again. He unleashed another powerful slash. This time Wynton didn't dare to be careless. He used

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

creating endless illusions,

violently. Each exchange of blows unleashed terrifying shockwaves, continuously

Time, two thousand Doom Race warriors led by Wyot struggled to maintain