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.

his arms, James could not help but feel overwhelmed by the weight of her affection. Her persistence touched him deeply, yet it also burdened him with a sense of responsibility that

at her closed eyes and allowed her to

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

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

in his heart, James silently vowed to lead his companions to forge a brighter, more peaceful world, no matter the

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

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

Tools and Spiritual Tools hidden within the Forladtt Land were immediately drawn together by