The Almighty Dragon General

In the Forty- Seventh Realm of Zymurgy, amidst the vibrant hues of a grand temple, enveloped in sacred light.

Two flashes of light emerged, and a man and woman appeared.

The man possessed a striking handsomeness, yet his messy hair and the ominous purple-red aura swirling around him hinted at a darker nature.

His companion, draped in a flowing black robe and a veil of mystery, exuded elegance.

Her long hair cascaded down, and her every movernent held a captivating allure.

It was none other than Morgott and Yehria who thought they had escaped from James.

Since their escape to Zymuegy, they had disguised themselves and concealed their auras.

With Yehria’s guidance, Morgott lifted 70 seals and fused them with his fragmented spirits.

to near perfection, and he had regained about eighty percent of his

navigate Zymurgy with ease, their

words, “Taishi Grand Temple.” Morgott asked, “Is this the final fragment of my spirit?” Yehria nodded solemnly, “Yeah, but lifting the seal won't be

only applicable against Tirta Power because of their connection.“ Suddenly, her

confronting is

“Then what am I to do? My last spirit lies within

my Three Treasures, Five Spirits, and my Tyrant

I’m

percent of my strength and can kill a few trash at the Soma Daeclon

like James.” Yehria’s face darkened as she retorted, “Who are you calling trash?” Morgott quickly corrected,

Rank at best right now.” Upon hearing these

with restrained anger, she turned around and murmured, “Your words would drive anyone to think of

summon the Xyloria Tai Chi

crack it a little.” Yehria sighed and summoned a giant axe that emitted colorful