The Almighty Dragon General

"Your brother is wavering. Waitara's treachery is on the brink of collapse."

As the words left his lips, Wynton's howls on the other end of the light band grew louder, morphing into inhuman screams.

Zella clung to James' arm, her heart lodged in her throat.

Wynton's entire body became enveloped by the rampant leak of Waltraud Power and Spiritual Providence, rendering his face unrecognizable. "James, please help him. I beg you. My brother isn't inherently bad. He's just overly ambitious and competitive, so..."

James shook his head, looking helpless. Wynton had to save himself. All James could do was spare his life temporarily after defeating him.

After a long while, the rampant Waltraud Power and Spiritual Providence around Wynton subsided, revealing his body and face once more. He looked entirely different-his face pale, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and his once red hair now white. Though still bound by the nine light bands, he suddenly seemed to have aged countless years.

Slowly raising his head, Wynton panted heavily and called out, "James, I want to talk to you in private."

James glanced at Zella before releasing him.

As Zella followed James, taking just a few steps, Wynton shouted again. "Zella, go back to the formation, or I will immediately choose to self-destruct." Zella's face turned pale with fright. "Brother..."

back at Zella. "Fennec and Hemera will accompany you. Don't

opened her mouth to speak but ultimately

then did James slowly

proud?" Wynton stared intently at

shrugged. "Perhaps the real winner

chuckled coldly. "It seems you

James said, sitting down slowly

and asked

well," James said with great emotion.

realms, you were

me when we were in

now, I would make the most

was stunned for a moment,

so infuriating

faintly without