The Almighty Dragon General

Lyla wept inconsolably in James’ arms, releasing all the pent-up emotions she had been holding inside. Every tear carried with it a mixture of grievances, sadness, longing, pain, helplessness, and even a hint of excitement.

This once formidable law enforcer who had commanded respect and fear, now resembled a vulnerable little girl, her tears flowing uncontrollably like raindrops.

If there was anything capable of breaking Lyla’s cold front, it was James.

After what felt like an eternity, Lyla’s sobs began to subside, eventually fading into silence. James looked down to see her wide, tear-filled eyes staring up at him, her grip on his arm tight as if afraid he would vanish into thin air.

Gradually, she fell into a deep slumber in James’ arms.

but feel overwhelmed by the weight of her affection. Her persistence

looked at her closed eyes and allowed her to rest peacefully, her

of the remnant souls. Despite the overwhelming odds, they displayed remarkable combat skills, utilizing the teachings of Yegor

could not help but reflect on the trials he had faced. While he had achieved great fortunes and great proficiency in the Marciais Combat Form, he felt slightly incomplete. He felt guilty toward his children, his

a determined resolve in his heart, James silently vowed to lead his companions to forge a

his children had gained control over the battle in the outer battlefield’s fifth level, he promptly

fust of wind accompanied by a resounding hum emerged, causing tremors throughout the

the Forladtt Land were immediately drawn together by the sweeping force, gradually