The Almighty Dragon General novel Chapter 4057

Soon, James arrived outside the spiritual mountain where a fierce battle had broken out. Two large armies were fighting with each other, and hundreds of soldiers were engaged in the battle. The surrounding area had been wrecked to bits.

Dahlia immediately recognized the area and said, “This is most likely the base of the Space Race. Balchae brought an army from the Soul Realm to take the herb but couldn’t break through the Space Race’s mountain formation.”

“This makes things so much simpler.”

James rubbed his palms, and prepared to leap into battle. Before he could make a move, Dahlia pulled him back and reminded him, “You shouldn’t act recklessly.”

James answered her despondently, “What’s wrong? Are you still doubting me? He’s a mere peak Nine-Power Macrocosm Ancestral God. I can destroy him in a matter of minutes.”

Although James stood no chance of winning against a Quasi Acmean, he was confident he could quickly put an end to a Nine-Power Macrocosm Ancestral God.

Dahlia hurriedly explained herself, “Of course, I believe you. However, the army here is led by Balchae. He’s Waspen’s Inner Disciple. If something happened to him, he would definitely send a message back home. If that happens, Waspen would check in on him from the Soul Realm. Our goal isn’t to kill him, but to capture him alive and have you take on his identity to infiltrate the Soul Race.”

“Yes, I know. Anyway, just sit back and watch what I can do.”

James was confident in himself.

Back when James was in the Ecclesiastical Restricted Zone, he was able to seal away Quiomars. Balchae’s strength was about the same as Quiomars. If he could stop Quiomars, it would not be difficult to do the same to Balchae. However, James wanted to take precautions and decided it would be more appropriate to disguise himself as Youri.

In the next moment, he had disappeared from plain sight.

Meanwhile, many of the Space Race’s powerhouses gathered on the highest peak of Mount Celestial, located in the Space Realm.

“My Lord, we can’t carry on like this. Our enemies are relentless. We’ve been trying to fend them off for such a long time, and we’re barely holding on now. At most, we can only resistem them for a thousand more years before they eventually break through our formation.”

An elderly man voiced his concerns. The man standing in front of the group was a middle-aged man. With a sorrowful expression, he sighed in resignation. “Is it the will of the heavens for our race to be destroyed?”

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