The Almighty Dragon General

Hearing Wynton’s shouts, James smiled calmly.

He finally understood why the powerhouses from the unorthodox sects were weaker than Waitara yet could fight against him for countless years, causing him endless headaches.

It wasn’t because these powerhouses had strange Supernatural Powers.

Rather, it was because they were formed by the Daoisms of the strongest and second strongest Caeloros Gods, Frona and Yefrenes.

Their Daoisms had a natural restraint on Waitara’s Waltraud Power.

At this moment, the Xwem Chessboard absorbed the Sword Lights that Wynton had shot out, shrunk, and returned to James.

“It has been three moves.

It’s my turn.” As he spoke, James slowly stood up.

“Wynton, I’ll give you one more chance.

Surrender and tell me the whereabouts of the other two Soremsias.

Otherwise, I won't spare your life.” Upon hearing that, Wynton laughed, his laughter echoing throughout the entire River of Time.

I tell you that,

from his body, transforming into a massive sword that shot

his hands, and shot out a holy

loud explosion, the two Sword Lights collided in

surprise, his

as James’ amethyst-gold sword flew toward him

he raised countless

sword headed straight for the Energy Walls before disappearing, as if a pin had dropped into

Wynton

I thought you

Treasures Integration and Five Spirits Integration aren’t as impressive as I thought.” Suddenly, a

Wynton looked up to find the

his

the fates of living beings

Walls he had

sword James had shot out turned into millions of sacred swords with a holy

around Wynton before the Sword Lights slashed his

relentless strikes of the sacred swords,

reduced to his original