The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 4470
A copper coffin blocked the advance of the Doom Race army led by Carson.
James had no fondness for the Doom Race, as they were the ones primarily responsible for the destruction of the Primordial
Realm. 30,000 epochs ago, he had laid out plans in the Cloud Universe and had slain many powerhouses seeking to destroy the
Primordial Realm. However, the true mastermind behind it all, the Dooms, had managed to elude justice. If it were not for Carson
before him, James would have unleashed a bloodbath.
“Father, we can’t break through,” Carson shouted as he was pushed back by the force.
“Damn it!” Wyot’s face darkened, unable to contain his frustration.
He no longer had the luxury of nonchalantly challenging Soren at the moment. In an instant, he vanished from his original spot
and reappeared in front of the coffin. He raised his hand, attempting to shove the coffin back, but just as he struck, Soren
appeared mysteriously and intercepted his attack.
The disparity in power between Wyot and Soren was minimal. While Wyot might have been slightly stronger, they were almost
equally matched. After all, Soren was currently in the Middle of the Omniscience Path’s Ninth Stage, which boasted incredible
strength. It surpassed the Caelum Acme Rank’s early stage and was closer to somewhere within the middle stage of that rank.
“Damn it!” Wyot cursed once more. In his hand, a white longsword materialized. The sword was adorned with numerous
mysterious inscriptions. As he held the white longsword, it trembled, and unspeakable power welled within it.
This was the First Tone of the Chaos’ Nine Voices.
Wyot had completely comprehended all the Chaos’ Nine Voices and was now able to wield them using his sword.
A dreadful sound echoed in the area, and sound waves converged, forming a dazzling Sword Energy that surged toward Soren.
Soren’s expression turned serious. He did not know what this move was, but he could sense the terrifying power it contained.
Instead of evading, he chose to face it head-on. His fist radiated with white light as he struck, and an illusory shadow of his fist
appeared. It collided with the sonic Sword Energy.
Boom!
Holes opened in the Chaos, creating terrifying Spatial Black Holes. They were as big as a massive universe.

Soren was sent flying, blood trickling out the corners of his mouth, and his face turned pale. His fist felt numb, and the sensation
spread throughout his body. For a moment, he seemed to have lost control of his own body. However, he recovered in an instant.
Soren could have dodged the attack, but he chose to face it directly. If he had employed the Blithe Omniscience to evade it, the
copper coffin would have been struck as well, and the distant human Acmeans would be caught in the aftermath.
Soren’s ability to withstand the First Tone of the Chaos’ Nine Voices was something Wyot did not expect.
From afar, Winnie and the others gathered together. Jabari’s expression was dark as he spoke, ‘That power is too terrifying.
Even Mr. Soren could barely withstand the attack. If it were us, we’d be killed instantly.’’
Everyone else had similarly serious expressions. No one had anticipated that the Doom Race would possess such talented
experts.
Wyot stood in the Chaotic Void, holding the white longsword. His expression relaxed as he looked at Soren, who had sustained
some cracks on his arm.
“Soren, your heart is wavering and it’s preventing you from properly comprehending the Blithe Omniscience.
Meanwhile, I have already reached the pinnacle of mastery of the Chaos Sacred Art. What do you have to protect the Human
Race with? They are bound to lose,” Wyot’s voice echoed.
‘This is only my first move. Let’s see how you handle another,” he declared.
As his words fell, Wyot unleashed a second sword strike. All his vocalizations of the Chaos’ Nine Voices formed into mysterious
inscription sigils. These inscription sigils transformed into Sword Energy. The radiant Sword Energy flew out with the swing of the
white longsword, tearing through the void. The attack reached Soren instantly.
Inside the copper coffin, James watched silently. He knew how strong the Chaos’ Nine Voices were and understood the extent of
Wyot’s strength.