The Almighty Dragon General

Roar! Quintus and Quentyn unleashed their most potent Supernatural Powers.

The two sides fought a fierce battle of dragons versus dragons.

The duo’s dragons confronted James’s golden-black dragon.

The dragons’ roars reverberated, causing a terrifying scene.

Quintus urgently reminded, “We need to go all out.

These are that young man’s Primordial Spirits.

They’re likely stronger than the Daeclon Mahayana.

Should we become ensnared, our demise is certain.” As he spoke, the cauldron above Quintus's head began to spin rapidly, emitting countless strands of purple-blue light that converged into nine strands.

They merged directly into the nine ice dragons that were entwined with one of the black dragons, causing them to swell to three times their size, their roars intensifying, their power tripling instantly.

Despite the relentless onslaught, the black dragon maintained its ferocity, and its roars were accompanied by violent thrashing.

However, they seemed to have been momentarily subdued.

Meanwhile, Quentyn, locked in combat with the other black dragon, summoned a ball of flames around the dragon's head.

However, just when it seemed they had gained a foothold, a terrifying purple- gold Sword Light pierced through the void.

The Sword Light instantly severed two ice dragons and annihilated five fire dragons before hurtling toward Quentyn with lightning speed.

gaping wound in Quentyn’s shoulder, sending him and the fire

cried out

the Sword Light turned and struck Quintus’ head with a resounding

With a scream, Quintus collapsed alongside the

truth, and eternal life shall

body into a

void, all beings and existences unite to forge destiny,” James’ voice

of purple-gold light, vibrated

Sword Lights emerged, one black and one white,

unconscious, spat blood and regained consciousness, he gazed in

Quintus, recovering from the impact, looked up at the void,

"Is this...

next instant, James’ white sword, encased in a powerful white energy, surged toward Quintus, while the black sword, shrouded in thick gray

Quentyn exclaimed in astonishment.

acknowledge it, and admit defeat!” “T surrender!" Quintus

their voices trailed off, the two swords halted inches from their throats, emanating a chilling aura of

the first to ascend to the Haleth Realm, they found themselves drenched in sweat,

instrumental in my advancement to the second level of the

Xanthakos to temper his

annihilation.” With a wave of

exhale in relief, their hearts settling from the

than departing,

bodies attest to their