The Almighty Dragon General

Puff!
After a prolonged silence, Yaquis Holiness suddenly clutched his chest, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out due to the raging
fire attacking his heart.
Hatred and anger surged instantly, pushing him to the brink of a frenzy. He felt anguish for the losses of dozens of Yuraeceon
Daelm Rank powerhouses, as well as for the tens of thousands of living beings whose heads had been severed in this place.
These Yuraeceon Xaelm Rank living beings were different from other cultivators. They were a group of alchemists, a rare find in
the entire Three Thousand Great Genesis Worlds.
He had painstakingly assembled this formidable alchemy team. Although not comparable to Mount Elixir of the Timaeus Sect, it
undoubtedly secured the second position in the Ancient Genesis World.
However, two entire entrapochs of his efforts were reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye, vanishing without a trace. More
importantly, he mourned the substantial amounts of elixirs hidden here. Those were his hard-earned savings over several
entrapochs.
With this loss, even if the new alliance was established, what could be used to contend with the Timaeus Sect? What could the
Leader of this new alliance use to attract other major forces to join?
In an instant, Yaquis Holiness felt his grand ambitions crumbling. The simultaneous destruction of the three major secret realms
was not just pulling the rug from under him. It was a severe blow to the Yaquis Sect.
"Sect Leader!" An elderly man with disheveled hair supported Yaquis Holiness. "Are you okay?"

How could he be okay with spitting blood?
Yet, as the Sect Leader, Yaquis Holiness had to steady his mind in this critical moment, even if rage boiled within him. otherwise,
chaos would ensue in the Yaquis Sect.
Thus, he gradually straightened his posture and lifted his head with feigned arrogance. "The Timaeus Sect is despicable and
shameless, thinking these petty disruptions could stop the rise of our sect. They are delusional."
Pointing ahead, he shouted, "Go and see if there are any survivors. Rescue those who can be saved."
With his command, the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank powerhouses behind him charged forward. Soon, a middle-aged living being
with disheveled hair and a charred body was brought over.
"I'm guilty, Sect Leader!" Yaquis Holiness furrowed his brows as he looked at him. "Are you Cedric Derek?"
"Yes, it's me," the middle-aged living being called Cedric Derek raised his head. "Please rest assured, most of our stored elixirs
have been preserved. Only a small portion was taken away. Thanks to the restrictions you personally imposed, the enemy
couldn't break them easily."
As these words were spoken, Yaquis Holiness clutched Cedric like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline. "Is what you're saying
true?"
"Absolutely!" Cedric nodded hurriedly. "Our mid to high-tier elixirs are intact. It's just a pity for so many alchemy disciples."
A wild joy appeared on Yaquis Holiness' face. He patted Cedric's shoulder, then swiftly dashed towards the blue-flamed planet.
On the other side, James arrived in an unknown area through the Grimlore Map.

Surveying the hazy surroundings, he sat down. Although he had gone berserk in these past years, the exhaustion today
surpassed that entire period.
Controlled by Lesia, he not only eliminated a Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Fifth Tribulation powerhouse but also a Fourth Tribulation
and dozens of Third Tribulation and below.
Such achievements would be deemed unparalleled glory anywhere. Unfortunately, this battle was too draining, almost depleting
all the Genesis Power within him.
"Let's swallow a couple of Yuraeceon Daelm Rank elixirs to replenish," transmitted Lesia. "Let me tell you, don't be stingy with
your Genesis Power if you're going to fight. I've noticed many naturally gifted living beings facing issues in this regard."