Wilbur activated his shield at once. After the onslaught of arrows had finally lessened, the air was filled with a series of rushed footsteps as the second wave of ant-men charged into the fog. These ant-men were holding swords and shields this time, and their feelers seemed to have lost the ability to communicate with each other. Wilbur had charged the fog with a lightning ball once more, but the ant-men this time were oblivious to the current. They barged around the fog trying to look for Wilbur and Tracy, and Wilbur was able to kill almost a hundred of them. At the same time, several pillars of light wandered among the sea of ant-men. Many of the ant-men were killed as well, and barely three minutes later the second wave of any men had been wiped out with a few of them fleeing from the fog for their lives. The fleeing ant-men were quickly killed by the ant-men guarding the edge of the fog, and a third wave of ant-men, this time ant knights on horses, rushed into the fog. Wil
Wilbur smirked. "Less talking, more fighting. You can kneel right now if you're scared." "What? You want me to kneel? You bastard, you don't even know what true power looks like!" "I'm going to make you kneel to me instead!" The ant-man darted in front of Wilbur, bringing the hammer down once more. Yet just then, Wilbur instinctively raised the historical halberd in his grasp. This time, Wilbur was sent flying once more. "I admit you've indeed angered me now!" Just then, the dragon's head on Wilbur's back lit up once more. An icy chill spread through Wilbur's body as he began to radiate black miasma. The miasma turned into a set of armor soon enough, and Wilbur's pupils turned jet black as he began to channel the power of destruction into the halberd and dyed it black. "What? The Power of Destruction from the middle dimension? You've mastered the dimensional laws of the middle dimensions?" "Cut the bullshit! Bring it on!" Wilbur charged at the ant-man, waving the hist
The old man said, "Senior Fremont made an agreement with the merfolk emperor Ramos who ruled the entire merfolk population. That agreement would come into effect automatically the second a human being made it to the merfolk world." "An agreement? What kind of agreement?" "There are nine checkpoints. If we pass all of them, Ramos will give the eighth dragon cauldron back to us and we'll be able to return to the human realm safely." "Well, what if we don't pass?" The old man turned to look at Wilbur meaningfully. "If we don't pass, we'll have to stay here forever." Wilbur looked around him and realized the view of the underwater city was quite beautiful. "The place looks great. How dangerous could it be?" "Wilbur, you must remember that unknown dangers lie beyond a beautiful surface. It's important to never be tempted, even if you see something beautiful." Just then, the two merfolk in front of them stopped in their tracks. They bowed to a slightly larger merfolk, who chatt
After all, Wilbur did not want to give up on the secret of the dragon clan just yet. Besides, Senior Fremont had forged the Nine Dragon Cauldrons and the Nine Dragons Painting himself. If Wilbur broke his promise, Senior Fremont might even send someone over to take the Nine Dragon Cauldrons away. Wilbur would have nothing then, and he was not having any of that. After channeling his dragon aura to rest, the first dragon cauldron slowly landed on the ground as Wilbur turned to Tracy. "Mister Tracy, I hope you'll keep this secret for me. Don't worry, I'll get you out of here." "Oh, that won't be needed anymore. That ant-man was far too powerful, Wilbur. He has crushed my internal system, so I won't last much longer. However, I don't have any regrets anymore." Tracy coughed. "Mister Tracy!" Wilbur rushed over to help Tracy up, who held up a hand to stop him. "No, please don't move me. I owe you an apology, Wilbur. I asked you to come because of a selfish reason. There's a secr
Despite not having known Tracy for a very long time, Wilbur had been immensely touched by the brotherhood between Tracy and his brother Truman. Wilbur turned to look at the gigantic hammer on the ground. He reached out, trying to summon it to fly into his grasp, but nothing happened. It seemed like the ant-man had not used spiritual energy to summon the hammer, but something else. Besides, the hammer seemed extraordinary. Its special aura drew Wilbur's attention. Since the Dragon's Altar was capable of cultivating all that energy and power, Wilbur was going to take the hammer back and see just how many grace points he could get out of it. Wilbur picked up the hammer, tossing it into his demiplane before heading into the camp. He found many wooden houses in the camp, which was probably where the ant-men had lived. There were wooden fences that stretched all the way to the entrance of a cave. There was nothing but fog to be seen beyond the cave as if it was somehow enchanted to b
"What kind of secrets?" Wilbur suddenly thought of the bright red dragon's head on his back. Since he was supposed to be special, unlike the others, did the dragon's head represent something? "Neither of us belongs to this dimension. Our souls came to this world to make a change, and my mission here is done. It's your turn now." Wilbur was dumbstruck. It was true that many mysterious things had happened to him in the past. Could all of this be linked to the dragon's head mark on his back? "Come on, my chosen one. All you have to do is follow my lead and you'll be able to find me. However, the cunning and ruthless Shadow Men also live in this cave. You must take them down, or you shall lose your chance. Remember, you only have one chance." "What?" Wilbur was going to ask more, but Stefan had stopped answering them. He began to lead Wilbur into the Cave of Korst from the passage on the left. Wilbur had no choice but to follow. Upon entering the left side of the cave, he rec
Was that the Shadow Men? Wilbur was in the middle of debating who the figure was when his shadow on the way suddenly reached out to grab him by the neck. At the same time, his shadow on the ground stood up and grabbed both of Wilbur's feet to yank him to the ground. Just as Wilbur fell to the ground, the shadow on the ground reached out and wrapped its arms around Wilbur, trying to yank his body downward. Wilbur struggled with all his might and every move he made only produced more shadows. The new shadows would grab at his body once more, and there were a dozen pairs of jet-black hands within a matter of seconds. They grabbed Wilbur firmly with what seemed like unparalleled strength, trying to drag him into the darkness. Wilbur chanted and cast the Illuminos spell, sending a ball of light above his head. It lit up the dark path at once, and the shadows seemed to shrink back into the wall and ground, trying to stay away from the light. Wilbur's chest heaved as he sat up from
This filled Wilbur with despair. Just then, a shadow walked out of the darkness. This was followed by a second shadow, then a third. Within half a minute, a dozen shadows had emerged from the darkness. At the same time, there was a series of footsteps coming from behind him. Wilbur turned around and saw another dozen shadows emerging from the darkness behind him. Now, he was completely surrounded with nowhere to hide. The shadows attacked at the same time, charging at Wilbur together. Wilbur had gotten a taste of the Shadow Men's power just now, and he was furious at the sight of these new attacks. Wilbur roared as he pushed himself off the ground, attacking relentlessly with his thunder cleaver. A series of blade auras swished through the air, but the Shadow Men hardly seemed fazed. They reacted as if they had seen food instead, charging forward desperately. The blade auras did nothing to the Shadow Men. Instead, their bodies absorbed the blade auras as they continued to charg