A few meters away, the man was lying in a large pool of blood. The crowd could not help but let out a sigh of relief. Elsa patted her chest as she asked, "Are you alright?" "I'm fine." Ryder put his rifle away, his expression remained as icy as ever. Elsa started walking towards the man slowly. There was a wound around the size of a fist on the man's waist, with blood gushing from it steadily. Elsa's chest lurched at the sight. It seemed the super cannon that was powerful enough to completely crush a human being had only made a hole in this man. That was how strong a cultivator was. Regardless, the hole was big enough for Elsa to know the man was either heavily wounded or dead. Just as she was about to reach him, a hissing sound escaped from the man's mouth. Elsa froze, stopping in her tracks as she gestured for her team to back off. It was important to be as careful as possible when dealing with a cultivator. Ryder was a little shocked as well. He picked up his rifle
Wilbur frowned. "Wasn't that Ryder guy there? He's an Ambience level cultivator, so he should be able to handle the situation." "I don't think he can. He had a super cannon on him, but he still couldn't kill that beast. He's gone after it unarmed. I'm afraid he might be in danger." "What happened?" Wilbur asked. Elsa told him everything, and Wilbur's brows were tightly furrowed by the time she was done. "Come on, say something!" Elsa panicked. Wilbur said, "I don't know what method this person is using to cultivate, but it's definitely less than savory. Ryder won't be a match for him." "I can see that! That's why I came looking for you," Elsa said. Wilbur glanced at her. "Well, I'm just an outsider." "Dude, are you seriously harping on that at a time like this?" "No, I just didn't like the attitude that Ryder guy gave me." "Come on, just do this for me right now. Get the monster first, and I'll make Ryder apologize to you." "I don't need that. How about you get so
With a loud thump, Wilbur landed on bowed legs, creating a crater several meters deep into the ground. He looked in front of him and lit a cigarette as he stood right there. A few minutes later, Elsa landed next to Wilbur. There was nowhere for the helicopter to land, so the pilot had no choice but to go back. Elsa took in the sight of Wilbur puffing on his cigarette and the crater around him, and she let out a huff. "You're really something else, man." "I'm alright," Wilbur said calmly. Elsa shrugged, not knowing what to say in response. "Do you think the monster could have run somewhere else?" Elsa asked worriedly. Wilbur said, "He's right here." Just then, the figure of someone running wildly appeared within their sight. Wilbur frowned. Elsa was shocked to find out that the wound on the monster had somehow healed. The bloody hole on its waist was gone, and so was the one on its chest. The monster radiated an overwhelming wave of spirit energy, making for a ter
The monster was unimaginably powerful, and any one of its attacks would be fatal. The cleaver slashed through the air, producing screeching sounds with every move. Ryder was skilled and agile. He weaved through the attacks from the cleaver as his blazing dagger stabbed the monster in various places. Both parties were equally skilled, and it was hard to tell who had the upper hand. Elsa looked on worriedly. "Aren't you going to help?" "You heard the guy. I'm not allowed to intervene," Wilbur said helplessly. Elsa shook her head. "Surely the rules don't matter at a time like this." "You go, then. I'm not trying to convince someone to let me break their stupid rule," Wilbur said, lighting up another cigarette and taking a long drag. Elsa glared at Wilbur. "Are you trying to get me killed? Do I look like I'm a match for that monster?" "Well, there's nothing I can do about it," Wilbur said. Elsa had no choice but to keep a close eye on the battle, praying with all her migh
Ryder had not expected the monster to still be capable of something so terrifying. Ryder had practically exhausted his spirit energy by then and he had no way of fighting back. Yet he did not give up. He let out a howl as he exploded with the last of his spirit energy. The dagger roared into burning flames once again as Ryder lunged at the monster. Ryder did not give up even at the last second. The idea of running away did not even cross his mind. He used the last of his strength in a fight to the death, not backing away in the slightest. Elsa was so terrified she had let out a scream. Even she could tell that Ryder was walking right into a death trap, and there was no way he was a match for the monster. Wilbur let out a sigh. He opened and closed his palms, which exploded with spirit pressure as he shouted, "Lethal Earth!" He did not stop after that, gesturing with his palms again and shouting, "Quad Thunder!" Wilbur seemed to complete everything in a matter of seconds.
Wilbur frowned as he said, "He has the ability to gain immense spirit energy and physical strength by absorbing the lives of other humans, almost in the form of sacrifice. That's pretty similar to some cults' cultivation methods." Elsa did not say anything. That was something beyond what she knew, nor had she heard of such things. She turned to look at Ryder, expecting him to say something instead. Yet Ryder swayed before keeling over and passing out on the ground. Elsa cried out, "Are you okay?" "He's fine. He's just exhausted from overusing his spirit energy. However, his left arm is in a pretty bad state and needs tending to," Wilbur said with a frown. Elsa whipped out her walkie-talkie, calling for the helicopter at once. It flew over in no time, and Wilbur hauled Ryder onto the helicopter along with the man's corpse before they flew away. Following that, Ryder and the man's corpse were placed in the special forces department. Wilbur returned to Sealake Island, dism
Orin fell silent for a long time before finally saying, "I told you before that the Campbell family has a thousand-year-long legacy. There were cultivators in our family at the start of that legacy, you know." "Yes, you've mentioned that before." "The Campbell family history is a long and remarkable one. According to the scrolls our ancestors left behind, we were a family of cultivators ourselves during ancient times. At our peak, we even had our own sect that took in pupils." "Really?" That was the first time Faron had heard this, and he was pretty shocked. Orin glanced at him before continuing. "However, toward the end, during the end of the last imperial dynasty and the beginning of the revolution, every single one of the cultivators in the Campbell family died. The survivors had little to no powers, and with time, our current generation is now completely mortal. I am a mortal myself, with no talent for cultivation and no chance at being a cultivator." "Well, isn't it impr
"There's not much to consider. I'll never agree to the marriage," Faye said determinedly. Wilbur fell silent for a long time. Finally, he said, "Well, I'll go with you since you've made up your mind. I'm not going to let anyone force you into anything, not even your father." Faye kissed Wilbur on the cheek all of a sudden before making a run for the door as she said, "I knew you'd help me, Boss!" Wilbur stared at the door as it closed, rubbing at his face as he said furiously, "Keep up with that teasing, and I swear to god I'll do you in one day!" Just then, his phone rang. Wilbur scoffed and picked up the call. "Hello." "Mister Penn?" A voice said. Wilbur frowned. "Who is this?" "It's Orin Campbell." "Oh, Mister Campbell! How can I help you?" "Someone from Northseecher is asking for you. Would you mind meeting with them?" "Northseecher?" "Yes. It's the head of the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense." Wilbur paused before asking, "Where?" "You can