The Omnipotent Dragon General

Roar! Quintus and Quentyn unleashed their most potent Supernatural Powers.

The two sides fought a fierce battle of dragons versus dragons.

The duo’s dragons confronted James’s golden-black dragon.

The dragons’ roars reverberated, causing a terrifying scene.

Quintus urgently reminded, “We need to go all out.

These are that young man’s Primordial Spirits.

They’re likely stronger than the Daeclon Mahayana.

Should we become ensnared, our demise is certain.” As he spoke, the cauldron above Quintus's head began to spin rapidly, emitting countless strands of purple-blue light that converged into nine strands.

They merged directly into the nine ice dragons that were entwined with one of the black dragons, causing them to swell to three times their size, their roars intensifying, their power tripling instantly.

Despite the relentless onslaught, the black dragon maintained its ferocity, and its roars were accompanied by violent thrashing.

However, they seemed to have been momentarily subdued.

Meanwhile, Quentyn, locked in combat with the other black dragon, summoned a ball of flames around the dragon's head.

However, just when it seemed they had gained a foothold, a terrifying purple- gold Sword Light pierced through the void.

The Sword Light instantly severed two ice dragons and annihilated five fire dragons before hurtling toward Quentyn with lightning speed.

a gaping wound in Quentyn’s shoulder, sending him and the fire dragon hurtling

cried out in

turned

Quintus collapsed alongside the remaining ice

and

body into a

beings and existences unite to

of purple-gold light, vibrated and shifted from to

one black and one white,

unconscious, spat blood and regained consciousness, he gazed in

looked up at the void, his expression

"Is this...

be he has already mastered them?” The next instant, James’ white sword, encased in a powerful white energy, surged toward

Quentyn exclaimed in astonishment.

I acknowledge it, and admit

off, the two swords halted inches from their throats, emanating a chilling aura

first to ascend to the Haleth Realm,

been instrumental in my advancement to the second level of the Zenthur

and inform Xanthakos to

me, he and his sect will face annihilation.” With a wave of his hand, the swords poised against Quintus, and Quentyn’s throats

and Quentyn exhale in relief, their hearts settling from the brink of

rather than departing, they

bodies attest to their recent ordeal, as