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.

the weight of her affection. Her persistence

allowed her to rest peacefully, her breathing steady against his

onslaught of the remnant souls. Despite the overwhelming odds, they displayed remarkable combat skills, utilizing the teachings of Yegor and the Celestial Sages to their fullest

the trials he had faced. While he had achieved great fortunes and great proficiency in the Marciais Combat Form,

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

over the battle in the

air, and a powerful fust of wind accompanied by a resounding

Divine Tools and Spiritual Tools hidden within the Forladtt Land were immediately drawn together by the sweeping force, gradually forming into a