Wilbur left the hotel and could not help but bark out a laugh of indignation at the image of the eight Black Panthers taking their own sweet time to enjoy their food. Rostead had a huge storm coming for them, but these guys seemed oh so calm, even ordering their food and having Wilbur pay for it. He wandered on the streets for a while before stopping abruptly and looking up at the sky in confusion, thinking, 'Could it be that those guys have seen someone even more powerful than the Shadow King? Were they holding back in that last battle against me?' Wilbur shook his head, hailing a cab and making his way to the airport. One could get to Rostead from Terya by plane or ferry, but Wilbur chose to fly there due to the time constraint. The two countries were close enough to each other, and Wilbur landed at Korlyn International Airport in less than two hours. Upon getting into a cab, Wilbur dialed the number of Locke Jackson, the head of the Jackson family. "Hello, who is this?"
"Yes, Hart was in the wrong for speaking to his competitor in such a tone, but it did not warrant his death. That was why I had someone take out Molton. Some people tend to forget who they are the second they come into big money. Haron was a good worker, and I had half a mind to train him myself, but he left Rostead." Locke sat with his back to Wilbur as he spoke. He stopped wiping the photo of his son abruptly, turning to look at Wilbur. "Do you think it was cruel of me to kill Molton?" "What happened to Molton is more or less a retribution of his own doing, but I understand where you're coming from, Mister Locke. I'm very sorry. I should not have worked with him. I never wanted this to happen." "That's enough." Locke cut Wilbur off. "You can drop the act. We're all businessmen here, and there's no way you don't know about that ancient trade route since you've worked with Haron and Molton. You're here for that treasure, aren't you?" "No, Mister Locke. I think you've misunder
"If the entire world goes down with this, then so be it!" Wilbur knew that Locke had made up his mind to sacrifice himself and clenched his fists. "Mister Locke, I know it is not my place to request this upon you, but you can't just screw all of Rostead over for your own personal gain." "Oh, really? What, are you going to stop me? Do you want to kill me? I've dominated the economy for two whole decades. God knows how many people want me dead! It's a pity they all ended up dead, and you're going to meet the same fate as them, Wilbur Penn!" Having finished his response, Locke suddenly reached out with his right hand. His arm extended a dozen or so meters, grabbing Wilbur and raising him into the air. A powerful, terrifying aura filled the room. Wilbur summoned the thunder cleaver, swinging it out and chopping Locke's arm clean off before landing back on the floor. "You bastard!" Locke glowered at Wilbur. He bent over, and it was seen that his back had split open. A huge hand
As the car sped off, Bernard asked, "So, did you find out how Locke managed to seal the Shadow King's energy inside him?" "I did, actually. Locke is a cultivator too, and he's a member of the Church of Bloodism. He cast his evil sorcery just now and tried to kill me in his room." "That bastard! I knew he wouldn't have just let go of resentment like that." Perry glanced at Wilbur from the rearview mirror. "Do you believe in karma, Wilbur? Everything that happened to Locke was his karma for cultivating evil sorcery for his own selfish gain. Now that his son's dead, all his hard work and suffering was in vain. That's his punishment from god." Wilbur said, "I'm not in the mood to joke around with you guys. I just want to know if there's any other way to stop the Shadow King from coming here if I can't change Locke's mind. Could we find the Shadow King's clones and kill them first? Would that work?" "No, it won't. The world of the Shadow Men is a special one, and they can remain u
Bernard pointed at the full moon in the sky, and everyone looked up. The moon in the sky was slowly changing. An eclipse was currently happening. Bernard said, "Once the glow of the moon is completely gone, the world belongs to the Shadows. The Shadow King shall be reborn from the body of his sacrifice." All eyes were on the moon as most of its glow was now gone, turning it into a crescent. Perry then said, "Get into formation, guys." The Black Panthers took their spot, muttering chants at the same time. The next second, a powerful wave of spirit aura exploded out of them. It took shape in the form of a gigantic black panther, standing in front of the eight men. The panther looked up at the moon, letting out a loud howl. The next second, a shred of light appeared from where the moon had been fully covered. The eclipse was put on hold, and a faint ray of moonlight shone down on the hotel balcony. Everyone felt a weight fall off their shoulders, heaving a sigh of relief. "
"You're not taking them away just like that, not on my watch!" Just then, Wilbur descended from the sky wearing the Light Gloves. He got down to one knee, pressing his right gloved hand onto the dark ground. The glove began to glow the second it made contact with the ground, growing into a blinding light. Wilbur could feel the converted power of light swimming around his body in waves of warmth and lit up with glee. He had been right. Despite not having mastered the dimensional laws of Light and Destruction, Wilbur knew that the Light Gloves would be able to absorb the power of Destruction and convert it into the power of light. The power of destruction was a dimensional law from a middle dimension, which meant that the power from the world of the Shadow Men below the middle dimensions would be able to be converted into the power of light as well. Any regular person unable to store the power of light in their body would not be able to absorb all of the Shadow King's powers, but
Perry put a hand on Wilbur's shoulder. "We can't help you anymore now, Wilbur. You're on your own now. We hope you'll be able to finish this mission." "What? By myself? Is that even going to work?" "That's the only way." "Well, what happens if I can't stop the Shadow King? What then?" Wilbur was less than confident in himself and wanted to know what would happen if the mission were to fail. Bernard said, "Well, you won't know where the eighth dragon cauldron is. You'd have to wait another decade to get it again." "What? Ten years?" Missing a chance like this would be a ten-year wait? Just then, Perry said, "On top of that, if you can't stop the Shadow King, all of Rostead will go down as well. That's the only time our Master will come out to stop the Shadow King." "What? Is Senior Fremont seriously going to just watch all of Rostead go down?" "We don't have a say in that. Master has his own reasons for his decisions, and we've never dared to ask too much. I would advise
A fierce chase broke out between the two as they ran wildly. Upon reaching a crossroad, the Shadow King split into four clones. Three of the clones came charging at Wilbur from three different directions, and the other one stood right there before turning to look at Wilbur. "You might have the protection of the middle and upper dimensions, which I definitely envy, but you're far too innocent if you think that's going to be enough for you to protect the world. This world is going to end in destruction by my hands. Remember my name—the Shadow King!" Upon saying the words, the Shadow King disappeared in a plume of black miasma. Wilbur stood at the crossroads, detecting the three powerful auras coming from different directions. All three auras were extremely powerful, and Wilbur was at a loss. The Shadow King was far too powerful, to the point where even his clones were capable of emitting powerful auras. "F*ck it, I'll take them as they come!" Wilbur charged down the path on the l