The Almighty Dragon General

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Chapter 7147 In the blink of an eye, Biefren unfurled his hands and soared into the sky. His hands morphed into colossal golden wings, beating against the air with force.

A fierce gust of wind ensued, carrying a barrage of golden feathered arrows, tearing through the stronghold with a ferocious hurricane. The once sturdy defenses crumbled as if struck by a mighty force of nature. The ground quaked, and protective enchantments shattered like glass, releasing a cascade of divine artifacts into the air, a spectacle of impending calamity. "You must have a death wish!" From the heart of the storm, a figure charged forth with lightning speed. At the stime, the spread in the ground withdrew with a resounding buzz.

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Boom! Boom! Boom! An explosive shockwave erupted as the spear pierced through the void. The ground ruptured, forming gaping chasms that threatened to swallow all in their wake. But without so much as a glance, James effortlessly sealed the chasms, gently tapping his foot to the ground. The mysterious surroundings calmed down again.

James observed the chaos overhead with a jar of Chaos Absinthe in hand. Biefren clashed with the mysterious opponent amidst a flurry of flames and shimmering weapons. It was a mesmerizing spectacle to behold.

James waved his hand, and a dazzling chair appeared. Seating himself leisurely, he beca mere spectator, savoring his wine while observing the duel.

Biefren was much stronger than in the past. He stood his ground very well against an opponent with strength on par with an emperor.

Hemera asked, "Can we join, Master?" Fennec chimed in, "We want to fight too, Master." "Why intervene? Three against one is dishonorable," James retorted." Instead, go check out the stronghold. Riches lie within." Hemera and Fennec darted forth at his command, hastening towards the barrier with anticipation.

James supped his wine and commented, "Don't hold back, Mr. Biefren. You're immortal right now. You should fight freely and without too much concern." Emboldened by James's words, Biefren abandoned caution. He swiftly encircled his opponent with eight Primordial Spirits, launching a relentless assault.

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In a blur of swordplay and elemental fury, the battleground transformed into a maelstrom of chaos, engulfing the combatants. Thud! Thud! Thud! As the dust settled and the dazzling lights disappeared, the mysterious figure materialized into an old man garbed in black and white robes. He took on a strange stance as he stared at Biefren with an expression of shock and disbelief. 'Who are you? How did you beat me?" "It was a good fight. I'm the progenitor of the flying beasts, Biefren, also subordinate under the Mortal Emperor," Biefren proclaimed, withdrawing his piercing wing from the man's body.

With a gush of blood, the man faltered, meeting James' gaze with despair.

"Are you the mortals' Chosen One, James Caden?" James looked at the bloodied figure, completely unfazed, and asked coldly, "Surely you aren't the only one tasked with guarding this stronghold, right?" He coughed a mouthful of blood and said, "Lord Goyo had foresaw your arrival. However, he surely didn't anticipate your foolishness to actually attack us." As he spoke, explosions cfrom within the stronghold, which collapsed before their eyes.

The injured man turned around and shouted, "No, you mustn't leave! Otherwise, there will be no turning back!

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