The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 7658

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"Fourth, I have left some treasures for the Yaneiri Clan. They should be enough to establish yourselves in the new world. Fifth, do not be Deified. Never, ever do that. You must keep the Yaneiri Clan safe."

Wynton's body contorted, plunging him into further pain. Cracks spread across his skin. "You owe me, James! You owe my clan!" he roared for the last time in his life before crumbling into dust.

The light strips that imprisoned him shattered as well, and purple flames lunged at James' light wall, the shockwaves splintering it into fragments before rampaging toward the inconsolable Zella.

James flew to Zella, scooped her up, and they took off. The shockwaves from Wynton's self-destruction rapidly spread, obliterating the surrounding formations.

But that wasn't the end. Once freed, the shockwave rippled across the Dark World, annihilating everything in its path. Countless universes met their demise.

Meanwhile, James protected the remaining Doom Race warriors within the formation, ignoring the pain from the recoil, all while holding Zella in his

arms.

He couldn't fathom the impact the destruction of the Dark World would have had on him if he hadn't transferred the living beings into his new world. From the crumbling Dark World, a furious voice roared, "James!"

"You think you've won just because you deceived Wynton and destroyed my past self? This is only the beginning. I don't care how well you've hidden the Yin governor You cannot stop the launch of the Leere Tribulation! You and your master will pay dearly!"

As the voice's rant ended, the Dark World succumbed to its demise. Zella suddenly stopped crying and looked up. "Is that Wuia?"

James nodded. "Yes."

Zella's eyes were red with hatred. "He destroyed my brother permanently and took down the Dark World in the same manner?"

James inhaled deeply. "Your brother was stubborn, ambitious, and resilient, but he understood what he had to do in the end. He is still a hero, to your clan and the myriad realms."

Zella wiped her tears. "If parts of his soul remain, he would be happy to hear that."

James looked at the anointed furnaces spinning in the air. He felt relieved to have survived that ordeal. In his final moments, Wynton had released the past selves of many of the myriad realms' living beings, preventing countless deaths.

He was right. What Wynton did was a favor James could never repay. But Wuia was right as well. This was just the beginning. Destroying a past self had already cost the River of Time and the Dark World. How much more would be lost to take down the current and future selves?