This new information left Wilbur puzzled. In the desert city of Wrecknam, the wells were interconnected, leading to a vast underground space. However, the three wells in Bangsai village were not connected at all, indicating that there was no hidden passage beneath them. Three isolated wells could not house a formation or accommodate people. This contradicted Wilbur's initial assumption. It seemed there were no guardians in Bangsai after all, and it was just an ordinary village. Wilbur speculated that the dragon cauldron shard might be inside one of these wells. Yet, during his visit to Bangsai today, he had not sensed the shard's presence near any of the wells. This realization confused him. Normally, Wilbur's connection to the dragon cauldron shard would allow him to sense its presence. But now, he felt nothing. Could it be that the shard was not in Bangsai or even in Diseya? Had he remembered the location incorrectly? But Wilbur clearly recalled the mental imprint he had rece
“Yeah,” the man said, crossing his legs and nodding. “Arsi mentioned that you’re quite the driver. Are you interested in joining our team?” Wilbur responded, “Forming a racing team isn’t cheap. Arsi and I are just regular guys. You sure that’s not a problem?” “Of course not.” The man shrugged and continued, “But we have one condition. You need to pass our test and earn an ‘A’ grade. This will prove your skills, and only then will we allow you to join our team.” Hearing this, Wilbur had not even had the chance to reply before Arsi eagerly chimed in, “Don’t worry, Ariel. Wilbur’s driving skills far surpass mine.” “Let’s talk privately.” Wilbur grabbed Arsi and led him outside the office. Once they were outside, he asked, “Have you checked these guys? They’ve been gone for two months and just showed up today?” Arsi reassured him, “Don’t worry, Wilbur. They’ve all passed the genetic scanner tests. They’re just like us normal people. But their conditions might be a bit tough.
Wilbur realized he might be overly anxious, probably due to the recent Night Demon issues that had heightened his sensitivity to the environment, much like the flickering streetlight he had noticed on his evening walk. With this in mind, he took a deep breath and relaxed. However, as the Ferrari rounded a corner, Wilbur's nerves tightened again, suddenly aware that his earlier impression was not just a figment of his imagination. In Wilbur's understanding, racing should be exhilarating. Given how well both he and Arsi were driving, the bystanders they had passed should have been cheering. But they were not, and this anomaly did not sit right with him. There were two possible explanations for this unusual behavior. The first possibility was that these individuals were infected with the Night Demon virus. Dale had informed Wilbur about the nature of the virus, which, once contracted, caused extreme emotional suppression. Thus, observing whether someone's emotional responses were n
"No." "Why? I really like racing cars." "They're all problematic, Ariel and the rest." "How so?" "Just stay behind me later. Don't get too close to them." "Got it." Arsi hung up the call impatiently. He was of the opinion that he could surpass Wilbur and be first with no problem, but now Wilbur was standing in the way of that on purpose, as well as pressuring him with the Night Demon. The thought made Arsi curse internally. Yet he had indeed encountered the Night Demons before, and that whole ordeal had not been properly settled yet. Wilbur's guess might be possible, and Arsi slowed down on purpose at the thought. Wilbur saw Arsi slowing down and did the same. After driving for a while, there was a loud popping sound, and the entire town was plunged into darkness. F*ck! Wilbur and Arsi were shocked and quickly drove back into town. "Didn't you say you checked the cables, Arsi?" "I didn't think something like this would happen. Someone must've cut the power suppl
"That's right! We're here to kill you, Wilbur! You're going to die tonight!" Wilbur was shocked by those words. He turned around and saw the lady whose neck Tolles had bitten get up from the ground. She was jerking and shaking all over, and both her pupils were white. It was clear that she had been infected with the Night Demon virus. This also meant that everyone in the Coyote Racers were carriers of the virus, and they had never actually given up on the Night Demon operation. Wilbur felt like he did not even need to hear an explanation from the Coyote Racers. He summoned the thunder cleaver, killing the woman who pounced on him before doing the same to three of the Coyote Racers. He then walked toward Tolles. Tolles did not expect Wilbur to be a cultivator, thinking he was just a mere mortal. Tolles retreated fearfully as Wilbur approached him, stuttering. "W-What are you trying to do? I don't have the Night Demon virus in me, Wilbur! You can't kill me!" "Are you seriously
"Of course. I'm a pretty pragmatic man. I'm willing to betray Victor if you can give me better benefits." Wilbur looked at Ariel, finding him rather ridiculous as he asked, "Well, how much money do you want?" Ariel put up a finger. "One hundred million dollars!" Right as Ariel said those words, an arrow pierced through his chest, leaving a hole where blood gushed out. Ariel looked down at the wound on his chest, trembling all over as he turned around shakily. Victor stood behind him holding a long silver bow, staring at Ariel coldly as he said, "No one betrays me, Ariel. Since you could not complete the mission I gave you, you shall die in agony." The last of the light in Ariel's eyes disappeared as they stayed on Victor before collapsing to the ground lifelessly. Wilbur looked over at Victor. "Are you trying to meddle in the Night Demon stuff too, General Victor?" A venomous smile appeared on Victor's face. "It's such a shame, Wilbur Penn. I thought you would contract th
"Your time's up, Wilbur! Take this!" Victor let out a howl of fury, letting go of the bow. The blood-red arrow came whooshing toward Wilbur, strange energy forming around it in the shape of a red vortex. Wilbur muttered a spell, activating the Light of Dragon before punching downward. The golden dragon shot out of his arm, hurtling toward the blood-red arrow. Both energies collided. The dragon let out a howl as the red vortex vanished, and the arrow whistled toward Wilbur with a decreased force. Wilbur reached out to block the attack with his right hand. The Light Gloves emitted a blinding white glow, and the arrow exploded into a bloody fog as it got closer to the gloves. A few drops of blood landed on the side of Wilbur's face. "Hahahaha!" Victor burst out laughing. "Oh, Wilbur, you're far, far too naive. Not all energies can be converted by the power of light. Today, I shall take your life with this Bloodism Bow!" Victor was nothing but gleeful at the look on Wilbur's
The brightly-colored glow appeared above Wilbur's head, enveloping him completely. The next second, all three arrows struck the Dragon's Safehaven at the same time. As three explosive sounds rang through the air, the Dragon's Safehaven's glow was diminished by half. This had never happened before, which shocked Wilbur greatly. The protection of Dragon's Safehaven was supposed to be from the upper dimensions even when it was activated in a lower dimension. It would never be damaged unless attacked by a middle dimension power. Now, however, the three blood arrows had reduced the glow of Dragon's Safehaven in half. This bastard's powers were of a middle dimension elite! "What?" Victor had a shocked look on his face, then glared viciously at Wilbur. "You have the protection of the dragon clan? That's quite a surprise, you bastard. However, you're going to die at my hands regardless!" He drew the bow once more, and three blood arrows appeared. Just then, Wilbur activated the Iri