The Almighty Dragon General

“you're really doing everything you can to mess with my mind, aren’t you?” Upon hearing that, Wynton was taken aback.

Then, he laughed.

“Zella is on your side.

You made her provoke the past forms of the living beings you care a lot about to trigger a war.

Aren’t you afraid both sides will suffer losses?” “Tsn’t that what you want?” James moved a piece.

Instantly, it was as if an army of one million was attacking.

Within the piece, one million powerhouses formed from James’ Daoism appeared.

They charged toward Wynton’s tightly guarded camp.

In an instant, the powerhouses were shouting and waving flags.

Countless spirit beasts and holy beasts, conjured by numerous Daoisms, advanced to destroy everything.

Seeing himself in an unfavorable situation, Wynton's face darkened.

He realized something was off.

The two had been playing this game of chess for along time, but Wynton had always been on the offensive while James played defensively.

Now, James had launched a sudden, vicious attack.

It was unexpected.

“It's your turn,” James reminded.

stared at the chessboard,

the one attacking

won’t be attacking anymore.” With a smile, James said, “You attacked from three directions:

but in actuality, your moves

war.” James pointed at Wynton’s side of

where James indicated,

His face turned pale.

chessboard, at the back of Wynton’s camp, there were

powerhouses, formed by James’ Daoism, had gathered from all directions

countless powerhouses formed by James’ Daoism due to its blind

defeated one

The army had collapsed.

Wynton

“Living beings are surrounded by races, races by spaces, spaces by universes, universes by planes, planes

on endlessly.” James

the Haleth Realm has never been

isn’t dominated by

to

“You won’t understand this.

to understand it.” James

Forty-Nine Daoisms derived you,

derived the

it’s all your contribution and regard the entire Haleth Realm

whenever you want and

who will be annihilated by tribulations and

that with just a

you ignored

are humans or gods; no one can control the evolution of nature,

made Wynton’s lips