The Almighty Dragon General

James calmly sat still in a lotus position. At that moment, a cold voice came from outside the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell. “What do
you mean by this, Ms. Rebella?
Rebella replied, "Your monster is annoying, so I got rid of it."
Suddenly, a young man wearing a silver-gray robe appeared before her in a flash. He carried a graceful demeanor as his long,
flowing hair fluttered elegantly in the air.
Rebella looked at him and sneered, "The Forladtt Teleportation Formation is about to close, Abelard. Have you thought about
how to get back?"
Abelard snickered, "The man from the Dark World is still here. How can I leave?"
Rebella squinted and said, "Are you not afraid the Forladtt Land's Galeat Wind will obliterate you?"
Abelard stared at her and said, "What about you? You already left, so why did you come back?"
Rebella suddenly fell silent.
Abelard smiled and said, "So the sect master forced you to come back? You and I are his chess pieces. To him, sacrificing us to
eliminate the man from the Dark World is totally worth it."
"Are you just going to accept your fate?" Rebella clenched her fists.
"What else can I do? If I don't complete the task of capturing him, I'll still be dead after leaving the Forladtt Land. Unless..."
Abelard sighed softly.
"What?" Rebella stared at Abelard.

Abelard shrugged and said while smiling, "Unless someone is willing to save us. If he can withstand the Galeat Wind, we might
have a chance of survival."
Rebella turned around and looked at the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell that had transformed into a mountain. She clearly understood
what Abelard was implying. Both of them were at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Ninth Tribulation but were unable to do anything
about the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell. Hence, they felt the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell could resist the Galeat Wind. Perhaps they
would have a chance of survival if James offered them cover.
However, James was their enemy, and the idea itself was unrealistic.
Abelard suddenly shouted at the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell, "Hey, kid! How about a discussion?"
Unfortunately, he did not get a reply. Just when he was about to speak again, Rebella waved her hand and interrupted him.
Rebella stared at the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell and said, "Forty-nine. No, James. If we continue to fight, nobody will be able to
survive. Can we make a deal?"
James replied, “No. Even if the Teleportation Formation closes and the Galeat Wind reappears, I won't be the first to die. Why
should I be anxious?"
After being rejected, Rebella took a deep breath and barked, "What do you want, kid?"
"Haha," James suddenly burst out laughing, then said, "Do powerhouses at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Ninth Tribulation also
get angry in desperation? It seems like the rank isn't anything special after all."
Rebella shouted angrily, "What exactly do you want?!"