El General Todopoderoso de Dragón

"What's happening in the area where the eighty halls are? I can sense tremors coming from there." "Something feels off.

Could it be that someone managed to seize Wuia Palace's eighty halls in such a short period of time?" A huge palace floated in the air somewhere high above the eighty halls.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

With bulging eyes, Quintinus and Amos watched what was happening below from the palace in the air. Their jaws hung open.

Yefrenes did not say anything, but she was visibly shocked as well.

"It's James Caden! It must be him!" Quintus shouted frantically.

"He's the only person in all of the Haleth Realm who can do this!" Slap! Quintus was hurled onto the floor as Quintinus forcefully slapped him across the face.

"Shut up, you lowly scum! Do you think a mere being from the Haleth Realm can do something like this? This must be a sign that Waitara's Soremsia is back!" Quintus covered his swollen cheek and kept silent, not daring to talk back.

"If it is Waitara's Soremsia, things will be tricky for US," Amos said, looking in Yefrenes' direction.

"Should we leave and lay low for now?" Yefrenes fixed her gaze on the eighty halls, which had shifted in position and started rotating slowly.

An immense amount of Waltraud Power emanated from the halls.

She felt gripped by a sense of fear.

Yefrenes truly wished that this was Waitara's Soremsia's doing.

If it were James instead, they would have to brace themselves for a fierce, bloody battle soon. "Yefrenes!" Quintinus furrowed his brows.

"Should I head down there to check what's happening?" "We are staying here," Yefrenes replied. "We couldn't access Waitara's dojo, the Historial Palace.

However, the Taiyi Mountains and Tapia Mountains behind US will serve as strategic locations whether we decide to attack or defend ourselves later on." While Quintinus and Amos paused thoughtfully, Quintus scrambled to his feet, hurried to Yefrenes' side, and whispered something in her ear.

Suddenly, black, white, and purplish-gold lights radiated from the fast-spinning eighty halls.

All of the halls rose into the air simultaneously, sending a strong air current outward as they ascended.

At the stime, thunder rumbled as various energies that could tear through just about anything circulated in the area under the influence of the Waltraud Power.

Even the Historial Palace, where the three Caeloros Gods and Quintus were, started shaking violently. "The eighty halls are about to crash into us!" Amos shouted.

"Yefrenes, are we going to attack or fall back? You need to tell us now! were going to fight of course!" Quintinus bellowed.

"Why should we, three Caeloros Gods, run away from slowly beings from the haleth Realm on the other hand, Yefrenes was still staring silently at the eighty halls with a grim expression on her face. Beside her, Quintus was shuddering in fear. When the spinning eighty halls ccloser to the Historial palace the three caeloros Gods put up their Nothingness Shield to protect themselves from the powerful air current.

Quintus could only cower behind Yefrenes to seek protection.

The vicious air current moved past the three Caeloros Gods and rushed toward the Historial Palace behind them. Just then, bright Waltraud Light shone from the Historial Palace.

The blinding lights collided with the strong air current.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Waves of destructive energy washed over the three Caeloros Gods and Quintus almost instantaneously.