Wilbur controlled the three white dragons to meet three of the Barkers, while he summoned the historical halberd to meet the Barker coming for him. "Take this!" "You're going to die, Barker!" Both sword and halberd collided, and a powerful aura spread out. At the same time, the three white dragons exploded as they struck Barker, emitting a brilliant white glow that swallowed the three Barker clones. Following that, the white glow disappeared as three of the clones collapsed at the same time. Wilbur could sense the white dragons leaving, and he said coldly, "I guess your weakness is light. Let's do this, then!" Wilbur emitted a blinding white glow the next second. The power of light flowed through his body as Barker could hardly open his eyes due to the blinding light. "Argh, what are you trying to do?" Barker retreated, putting his palms together in mid-air as he shouted, "I summon thee, All-Consuming God of the Dark Domain!" Just as Barker's words rang through the air,
"Hahaha! You're going down, Wilbur Penn!" Barker raised his right hand. It was surrounded by black miasma as he opened his finger slowly. Barker's gaze glinted coldly as he clenched his right hand into a fist rapidly. "Destroy everything, O' mighty All-Consuming God!" As his voice echoed through the air, the black hole in the air began to shrink as the people of Anderson Town watched with bated breath. Wilbur was the townsfolk's only hope, and they would be done for if he was to be killed. At that moment, even the villagers who had disliked Wilbur in the past were praying that he would survive. Everyone was hoping that Wilbur would create a miracle, and they stared unblinkingly at the black hole in the sky. All of a sudden, the black hole stopped shrinking and began to expand instead. Barker gritted his teeth. "Break it, come on!" The black hole started shrinking once more before expanding once again. This happened a few more times. Finally, with a loud explosion, a gle
Rage set the liquid woman's chest ablaze. She was supposed to be the most powerful being in this world but had to watch someone else kill her own son. "Return my son to me, Wilbur Penn!" The liquid woman threw her head back, letting out a howl of anguish. Just then, Wilbur had drained all his spirit energy as he slowly fell from the air. The eight dragon cauldrons let off a white glow, supporting Wilbur's body so he would not be hurt as he landed on the ground. The cauldrons soared back into the air after that, gathering to form a ray of golden light as Senior Fremont appeared, staring down at the liquid woman. "Return my son to life, Fremont Skye!" Fremont stared at the liquid woman calmly. "Oh, Tree of Darkness. You should know that your son has no place in this dimension. Each dimension can only have one motion source, and you were that of this dimension." "How could you? How could you do this to me?" "Good and evil should be equal in the world. Your child was only born
"This isn't your fault. The Light Warrior may have died in this dimension, but the Dark Lord survived. Maybe his power growing stronger and stronger will just be the fate of this dimension. I've taken a part of your power from you so that the good and evil thoughts in your body will be balanced. From now on, I hope you'll focus on your cultivation. Once you've dispelled your evil thoughts completely, you may come back to me to ask for the rest of your powers." "Thank you, Senior Fremont." The liquid woman bowed and thanked Fremont profusely before turning into a black liquid that seeped into the ground and out of sight. The air flashed with golden light, and Fremont disappeared out of sight as well. The eight dragon cauldrons fell from mid-air, landing next to Wilbur. In his dream, Wilbur found himself standing on the edge of the clouds as a white dragon soared around. It let out a howl of fury, charging into him the second it saw him coming closer. White light flashed, and Wilbu
Wilbur took a deep breath and put the map away. Despite the fact that Adam had undoubtedly deserved his death, that liquid woman was Adam's mother and Wilbur did not think she would be nice enough to help him out like this. Thus, Wilbur did not think that this map would be a good sign. However, it did help to have a map around for reference. Wilbur came out of Anderson Town and took a taxi back to Sacrie, the capital of Mosarto. That afternoon, he got on a flight to Eweyn. Mosarto and Eweyn were pretty close to each other, and taking a flight was the fastest way to get to either place. The flight had only taken a little over an hour for Wilbur to arrive at Swili National Airport, Eweyn's capital. Eweyn was yet to be a part of the Allied States, and thus all visitors were required to apply for a special pass before entering the country. Wilbur had not applied for his pass and was able to get one on the plane in Mosarto. However, he was promptly stopped by the policemen at the ai
Wilbur felt like he was being watched, and it made him rather uncomfortable. Although, he had looked Eweyn up before coming here, and knew that Eweyn was a rather aggressive country with a natural disdain for people coming from other nations. The people of Dasha and Cherrytopia had been enslaved by Eweyn long ago, and thus Eweyn saw them as inferior races. Wilbur had not expected this to still be the case hundreds of years after the enslavement. Prejudice like this would only result in further ostracizing themselves from the rest of the world. Wilbur thought of the buildings and architecture he had seen on the way here and could not help but chuckle to himself. It was no wonder Eweyn was so underdeveloped. It definitely had something to do with their inability to accept the fact that other countries were actually doing better than them. Wilbur had planned to backpack his way through Bruille Town to see what the place and people were like, then find out what happened with Tuttle
"Hang on!" Wilbur was about to leave when a deep voice rang from inside. He turned to see a huge, overweight man walking out of a room with a mocking air in his eyes as if he hardly thought anything of Wilbur. "So, you're the Dashan worker trying to get a first-tier room here?" "Yes, I am. What does that have to do with you, though?" Just then, the receptionist bowed to the fat man respectfully. "Hello, boss." The fat man pointed at the receptionist smugly. "Did you hear that? I'm the owner of this hotel. Now, let me ask you this again: Do you want a first-tier room here?" Wilbur's expression turned cold as he sensed the fat man's mocking tone. "I'm not interested in repeating myself." "Wow, a man of courage. Fine, I'll give you a chance." The fat man put his right elbow down on the counter. "Let's have an arm wrestling match. I'll let her give you a first-tier room if you beat me." Rage was bubbling in Wilbur's chest. "I hope you keep your promise." "Don't worry, I'm
Wilbur smirked. "It's a pity I don't care. Bring it on." He turned to head upstairs without looking back after that, entering his room. The receptionist sighed, returning to the front desk. Back in his room, Wilbur gathered his thoughts. From the arm wrestle just now, he could see that the people of Eweyn were not entirely unreasonable, or the fat man would not have given him a first-tier room. He had won over the boss here and gained his respect to some extent. That meant that if Wilbur was able to defeat more people through the fat man, more people would respect him. That should be able to somewhat shatter the prejudice these people had towards Dashan. Wilbur was certain that pretty much all the people in this little town had it out for him, and this vendetta stemmed from their knowledge of Dashan workers. If Wilbur could smash that prejudice and let Bruille Town see that Dashans were actually powerful and strong, their attitude and treatment toward his people might chang