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, will

his body, transforming

his hands, and shot out a holy Sword Light in

a loud explosion, the two Sword Lights collided in

his Sword Light

amethyst-gold sword flew

raised countless

for the Energy Walls before disappearing, as if a

Wynton

so-called attack? I thought you

Spirits Integration aren’t as impressive as I thought.” Suddenly, a sword with sacred radiance

looked up to find the strange sword heading directly for

screamed as his massive body

fates of living beings

countless Energy Walls he

sword James had shot out turned into

around Wynton before the Sword Lights

the relentless strikes of the sacred swords, Wynton’s body shrank with each piercing

was reduced to his original