The Almighty Dragon General

Every move Franciscus made signified the countless evil spirits moving alongside him. Moreover, he possessed a cultivation
base several realms higher than his opponent. Such a battle was far from simple curse manipulation. It was a complete
dimensional assault.
More importantly, within the Curse Magic inherited by Franciscus, there was a profound saying, “Control the soul where there is
a soul, control the skeleton where there is no soul. For those without both soul and bone will be controlled by Genesis."
The brilliance of Franciscus' inherited Curse Magic lay precisely in control. Whether facing an opponent with the same cultivation
base or one surpassing him, it meant the beginning of a nightmare once ensnared by the Curse Magic. Unless one could
constantly guard against the curse. However, who could truly achieve that against high-level opponents of the same cultivation
base?
Franciscus was invincible, but how was it that he was defeated? Perhaps he never succumbed to an external enemy but rather
to himself. Otherwise, with his transcendent prowess, who could truly bring about his downfall?
Amidst the myriad emotions in his heart, James tightly shut his eyes and began organizing the Curse Inscription in his hands. He
discovered that following Franciscus' method of gathering evil spirits, he could only summon three with his current Genesis
Power, all at the same level as his cultivation.
Therefore, he gathered all the powers controlling numerous spaces at his disposal. In the end, he managed to summon only nine
evil spirits, falling short of reaching the level of the second extreme curse.
To test his theory, James merged the Multicolored Flame of Hemera, the Galeat Wind of Fennec, and the Quasar Lightning. The
result was a powerful purple-gold force that left him astonished.
When he simultaneously infused this purple-gold force into the nine evil spirits, they suddenly opened their eyes, emanating a
world-shattering aura. Then, they swiftly shifted within James' space and simultaneously unleashed a punch, sending forth nine
streams of purple-gold power that instantly annihilated the nine spaces.
His body trembled, and a look of awe appeared on James' face. This power seemed several hundred times stronger than before.

Thinking about this, James immediately opened his eyes and looked at his friends cultivating around him. Then, he appeared on
a higher layer of the Pyramid with a flash.
Unexpectedly, what awaited him was not an attack from the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Ninth Tribulation soulless living beings but
statues imprisoned in place.
Amidst them, he even recognized familiar faces. Aside from Yegor, there were Franciscus, Xachary, and even the mysterious old
man who guided them into the Forladtt Land.
"Damn," exclaimed James. “Are these their main selves?"
"Of course," echoed the laughter of the white-robed elder from the void. “What you saw of them in the Genesis World is merely
another reincarnated form. They also participated in the great battle of that era."
“Mr. Franciscus is among them too?" James furrowed his brow. “He hails from the Dark World and faced rejection from
everyone."
“That's not the Dark World," spoke the black-robed elder slowly. “It's called the Yara World."
“The Yara World?" James furrowed his brow. “What does that mean?"