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.

to the death, found themselves kneeling subconsciously in the air, suppressed to the point where they could not even lift their

group,

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

Path Radiance? She's

sense its undeniable presence, capable

this manifestation seems even more potent and sacred than the one I’ve seen before.’ As he regained his composure, he saw Cosimeon kneeling reverently in the void, bathed

also kneeling?” Stavros shouted with clenched fists, “ This cannot

Waitara Path is the only one who can be the Supreme Path! It can only be him!” A terrifying purple-gold light erupted

his defenses were instantly

up blood and collapsed

to accept this! I refuse! You're not the real Supreme Path!

commanding voice emanated

accept reality, Xayvion?”

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

acry, Stavros’ face

seek vengeance for your personal vendettas...”

covered in grave injuries and writhed in

voice resonated

more than one

your stubbornness and treachery

power

With a trembling voice, Stavros pleaded desperately, “No, no! I surrender! I’m willing to serve under your command! Please give

the aftermath, a fist- sized Soul

soul escape,