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." James looked back at Zella. "Fennec and Hemera will accompany you.

speak but ultimately chose to retreat to the

James slowly

won. Feeling proud?" Wynton

"Perhaps the real winner is

"It seems you

your terms," James said, sitting down slowly on

breath and asked coldly, "Are you

other well," James said with

realms, you

we were

were in your position now, I would make the most sensible

a moment,

so infuriating with that

faintly without