The Almighty Dragon General

Simultaneously, within each section, a striking figure cloaked in fiery red darted swiftly, launching assaults on Quentyn.

These relentless attacks left him struggling to defend himself, retreating with each step, besieged by unparalleled pressure.

“Are you alright?” Quintus beheld the spectacle unfolding before him in shock Just as he moved to exit his own confined space, he found himself ensnared by two Primordial Spirits and besieged by a barrage of Sword Lights.

While fending off the relentless assault, Quintus bellowed, “He’s so strong! There’s no need to adhere to our agreement of only using half our strength.

We’ll perish if we continue to hold back!” With these words, a vast, ominous azure light erupted from his being, summoning forth a legion of ice dragons.

Wherever the ice dragons roamed, the once-imposing purple- golden lights that divided each cube, shattered like glass.

Observing this, Quentyn, constrained by the two Primordial Spirits, spread his arms wide.

The fiery formation enshrouding the Gate of Mystery whirled into motion.

fireballs submerged into Quentyn’s body, fueling him with great

palm forward and knocked the two

into the voice, hovering above the

explosion ensued as Quentyn collided with a plummeting purple-golden word that read

moment, Quintus breached a

so unpredictable! We’ve underestimated

is so troubled by

capable of fusing all of his Supernatural Powers.” Quintus interjected, “We

plans would be ruined.” Quentin surveyed the bells surrounding

to unleash

very least, we must reach a stalemate.” With resolve, he turned his palms skyward, summoning

seated himself upon it and created a defensive barrier