The Almighty Dragon General

There were five arenas left in the Tomb World at that point.

The cultivators inside used every skill and knowledge they had mastered as they tried to secure the last few spots to enter the next round.

One of the arenas vanished at that moment. Simultaneously, a man in a black robe appeared in the vicinity.

A malevolent smile hung on his face as the man cast an unfeeling gaze at James and the others briefly. Then, he remained on that spot in the distance and waited for the other battles to conclude.

“That man is no ordinary cultivator.” Wayra looked at James and said, “His powers are impeccable.”

“That man belongs to an evil organization that has destroyed numerous renowned factions in the past.” Wayra continued, “That group is called the Jercente Sect. It is one of the most powerful forces in all of the three thousand Great Genesis Worlds. Even ancient, reputable factions dared not cross the Jercente Sect’s members.”

James was not particularly interested in this information. He knew very well that people who could last to this stage of the battles were exceptional cultivators.

Meanwhile, Xzavion, who was curious about the other cultivators’ background, started asking Wayra more questions.

time went on, the number

last, all battles were

the puppet warriors would only appear when

warriors, an ultimate puppet

the puppet warriors, they were nonetheless competitors. After all, only

looking at the tombkeeper as they waited for

leave it to

cultivators

the bodies of these puppet warriors. You can obtain

cultivator across the three thousand Great Genesis Worlds. The knowledge he had left behind was sought

stay and last as long as possible in this realm. All of them stood a chance of acquiring Franciscus’ signature skills if they could make it to enter the

out and looked at each other

in a corner side

to James. “Who do