The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 7659

Then, the Formation of Perception shook violently. When he snapped out of it, he realized that the twenty thousand Doom Race warriors led by Xezal had almost all perished.

Among the remaining ones, three were losing their bodies. Hastily, James tossed three path sources into the formation, but it did not stop their bodies from crumbling.

"Move them out, quickly," urged Zella. "They're under immense pressure inside."

James waved his hand and broke the Formation of Perception.

Xezal and his remaining warriors-just three of them-appeared in the void. They were tattered and covered in blood. Their hair was unkempt, and they were barely recognizable. These were heroes who had experienced hell.

Though wobbling, they stood in battle stances. Their valiance and undying will moved James. He turned his hand and covered them with four path sources, then told them to sit and heal.

"That's the Doom Race for you. The fact that they survived this titanic battle says a lot about their talent," Zella remarked, taking a deep breath. "James, I..."

"No," James interjected, knowing what Zella wanted to say.

Zella opened her mouth but said nothing.

"They are the heroes who have protected the myriad realms' living beings." James put his hands behind his back and enunciated, "They have enough merit to be Deified." He looked at Zella.

"Before that, however, I need to ask.

"Ah, there won't be a need for that with me," Zella shook her head. Her brother had told her never to be Deified, and it was one of his dying wishes.

Understanding her thoughts, James nodded, though he sighed. He turned around and extended his arms. A sacred radiance surged into the void and created a purple-gold spiral-a Teleportation Formation.

"What is this?" a curious Zella asked.

"I owe your brother this much," said

James calmly. "Take the

Clan to the new world. It's

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Zella smiled bitterly. "It's only safe if you remain alive and well."

"You don't trust my strength?"

"Show me a reason to." Zella extended her arms.

"Um..." James shook his head. "The Yaneiri Clan is not with me. I think your brother must've hidden-"

"Not that," Zella interrupted. "I want the freedom to travel between the new world and the myriad realms."

James paused for a moment, then tossed a path source into Zella's hand.

Zella clenched her fist and left.

"Hey, what about your clan?"

"I will take them away," said Zella without turning back. "You take care now."

James watched her enter the

formation and shrugged. Zella was

as wise as Xezal but also

opinionated. No one could predict what she would do next.

Then, James heard someone approaching through the air behind swiveled around and saw

him. He

Wyat, abuzz with excitement as he absorbed the path source.

James had a weird look on his face. He was glad to see this guy alive, and he respected him, but he also felt guilty.

"It's broken?" Wyot approached James.