The Almighty Dragon General

Watching the divine light, Cosimeon asked tremblingly, “What...

what is that?” Stavros clenched his fists tightly, his entire body tensed up.

His face became solemn, his eyes filled with deep fear.

He felt a strong sense of familiarity from the light.

The two sides stood in shock.

Everything around them began to tremble under the spreading radiance.

The mountains, plants, beasts, and cultivations emerged as if renewed with great vitality.

“No, it can’t be!” Stavros muttered, his face contorting with disbelief as he watched the divine light spread.

It seemed as though the Waitara Path’s Soremsia had descended upon them.

The once-ruined Goyoan Temple began to glow.

Every brick, tile, pillar, and beam was restored.

In an instant, a magnificent temple, gleaming with majesty, stood in its place.

What stunned Cosimeon and Stavros was that this newly restored temple, formerly known as the Goyoan Temple, had been transformed into the Temple of Life and Death.

Suddenly, the rapidly spreading divine light enveloped everyone.

found themselves kneeling

turned to his assembled group,

What if that’s evil sorcery? Have you all lost your courage?” A woman hurriedly replied, “Even with our lack of knowledge, we can identify

Supreme Path Radiance? She's

can sense its undeniable presence,

sacred than the one I’ve seen before.’ As he regained his composure, he saw Cosimeon kneeling reverently in the void, bathed in

clenched fists, “ This cannot be! James can't

who can be the Supreme Path! It can only be him!” A terrifying purple-gold light erupted from Stavros’ body, attempting to resist the

his defenses

and collapsed to

the real Supreme Path! You can’t be...”

a powerful and commanding voice emanated from its

still refuse to accept reality, Xayvion?” Stavros trembled uncontrollably after

you, James?” Boom! A brilliant lightning bolt streaked from the sky,

face twisted in

seek vengeance for your personal vendettas...” Boom! Another loud explosion reverberated, and a thunder

covered in grave injuries and writhed in

ethereal voice resonated

you more

your stubbornness and treachery

power ensnares

and staying in Zymurgy.” With a trembling voice, Stavros pleaded desperately, “No, no! I surrender! I’m willing to serve

Soul

let his soul escape, James!”