The Almighty Dragon General

That was the first thing he asked after surviving a monumental battle.

James patted his shoulder.

"The twenty thousand men..." "As long as it's broken," Wyot interjected, staring into the emptiness.

"It's a pity the Dark World is gone forever." James wanted to respond, but the other survivors gathered around them.

After the battle and the aid of the path source, they had ascended to Path Emperors, becoming top powerhouses in the myriad realms.

James nodded, then waved his hand, summoning a path pearl that gleamed with holy light.

The light and aura it radiated were enough to make any living being kneel before it.

Just as James was about to act, Wyot knelt on one knee, followed by his warriors.

James frowned.

"Wyot, brothers, you have the right to stand..." "We will not be Deified until the Leere Tribulation is broken!" Wyot declared loudly, clasping his fists.

His warriors did the same.

"We will not be Deified until the Leere Tribulation is broken!" Their voices were unified, echoing through the shattered world.

was both inspiring

took a

are the elites of

your

"Perhaps not in the past." Wyot raised his head, eyes

spilled the blood of twenty

written in crimson ink."

Majesty, the Doom Race was once

that plagued

and you were disappointed

but

for you and with

disgraced name with war

Dryad Dalibor, pledge my life to you,

depths of horror to save the myriad realms from

who spoke was

survivors followed

pledge my

realms from the Leere Tribulation."

brave even the depths of horror to save the myriad realms from the Leere Tribulation."

"Wood, fire, and mountain.