With Lyla's current strength as a Path Emperor, she couldn't even save herself.
James didn't waste words with her. With a wave of his hand, he sent her into Frona's Cultivation Heart space.
Then, James turned to Wynton, who had yet to make a move. "Now that you've revealed your true form, how do
you plan to die?"
"With this broken formation of yours?" Wynton laughed sinisterly. "Do you think this can withstand a full-scale
battle between us?"
James didn't respond. Instead, he waved his hand, and a divine sword with a golden glow appeared in his grasp.
"The Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword?" Wynton frowned.
"Yes," James nodded. "Let's see you die by your own sword."
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"Haha!" Wynton laughed again. "You know this is my sword. Do you think you can control it?"
He raised two fingers and shouted, "Return!"
With a burst of Waltraud Power from his fingertips, the Demon-Slayer Sword in James' hand began to tremble.
James scoffed, not bothering with more words. He raised his hand and slashed with the sword. Suddenly, a beam
of holy Sword Energy swiftly expanded, slicing off Wynton's two fingers with a swish. With a muffled grunt,
Wynton retreated tens of thousands of light-years. His eyes were filled with shock.
"How is this possible? This sword is my creation, infused with the strongest powers of Haleth Realm. How can it
not obey me?"
Before he could finish speaking,
James held the divine sword and charged at him again. He unleashed another powerful slash. This tWynton
didn't dare to be careless. He used both palms to release a terrifying burst of Waltraud Rower, instantly
shattering the Sword Energy.
Then, he advanced instead of retreating, engaging James in close combat within the formation. The ultimate
battle between the previous and Haleth SuprPath disregarded all restrictions and formations. Figures
flickered,
creating endless illusions,
The intense clash caused James' formation and even the River of Tto tremble violently. Each exchange of
blows unleashed terrifying shockwaves, continuously devastating the already fragile River of Time.
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At the entrance to the River of Time, two thousand Doom Race warriors led by Wyot struggled to maintain the
Formation of Perception James had set up.
As wave after wave of shockwaves struck, the Doom Race warriors were swallowed up one by one, disappearing
without a trace, not even leaving soul fragments behind.
Despite this, they remembered James’ instructions, exerting all their strength to keep the formation spinning
rapidly. Watching the countless cracks in the passage of the River of Time, Wyot took a deep breath. "James,
you've finally started. Don't worry; we will hold out until the very end."
With that, he used both palms to release countless beams of purple-gold light into the passage of the River of
Time, creating tens of thousands of Energy Walls.
In that moment, he finally understood James' true intention.
They were not there to prevent Waitara Path's past form from escaping but to use everything they had to shield «
the myriad realms from the devastating impact of this colossal battle, minimizing the loss of life.