Wilbur continuously channeled the power of light from within him to resist the rampaging dark figures. He knew all too well that if these creatures managed to breach the shield, he would be the next target of their voracious appetite. The dark energy devouring the power of light indeed shocked Wilbur, leaving him feeling both surprised and hopeless. After all, the power of light seemed ineffective against these dark figures. Once his power of light was consumed, Wilbur feared he would be powerless to fight back. Wilbur pondered for a moment, and he knew that he must use his strongest attack quickly. Otherwise, he would not be able to fight back once the light shield shatters. The first dragon cauldron instantly levitated in the air. Wilbur unleashed all his dragon aura to form a white dragon. Then, he recited a spell and executed the Dragon Move with a cry, "The seventh level: The Dragon's Turn!" A gold bead appeared above his head out of thin air as he shouted. Then, the gold
The Dark Messenger said, "I admit that you've grown more powerful, Wilbur. I can't believe you grew to be so strong within a month. It's hard to imagine." Wilbur looked at the Dark Messenger without letting his guard down, replying, "You've become more powerful too. The last time I battled you, you were far weaker than you are now. You've improved during the month." "Haha. You can tell, right? It's true that when Bullard Bay became a warzone, the hatred in people's hearts formed into dark power that improved my capabilities. You'll never know how amazing this power is." Wilbur said, "We won't have a winner if we keep battling. How about we give up and leave in peace? Let's battle next time, alright?" "Ha!" The Dark Messenger scoffed coldly, then he clenched his fists and grinned, asking, "Do you think you have the chance to escape today?" "Damn you!" Suddenly, Wilbur saw that the surrounding dark energy gathered toward the Dark Messenger. The dark energy went into the Dar
Suddenly, the block of ice started cracking. Then, it burst apart with an angry shout. "Argh!" The Dark Messenger abruptly turned around and choked Holt. Then, he lifted Holt from the ground. However, Holt did not look like he was in pain at all. Holt started to freeze all over, and he grabbed the right arm of the Dark Messenger, saying, "Quit resisting, Dark Messenger." Wilbur knew this was his chance when he saw the sudden attack from Holt. He was afraid that he would be out of options if he did not escape. Wilbur instantly recited a spell and cast Aura Return, teleporting three hundred meters away in the blink of an eye. His Dragon Aura could cover a radius of three hundred meters, allowing him to narrowly escape the crisis. He turned around and looked toward the direction of the battle, then he activated his Iris Veritas. Wilbur saw a dark energy connected to the sky through his Iris Veritas. The bottom of the dark energy was connected to Holt. Wilbur had no doubt that Ho
General Arthur of Skermann would be sacrificed too if Wilbur let things be. He was unwilling to see that, so after a while of pondering, he decided to head toward Beklaven to discuss it with Arthur. Holt would be dead for sure if he could find a chance to stall Arthur and wait for the Dark Messenger to arrive. Wilbur could also leave by then. When he thought of that, he did not hesitate any longer. He went to the capital of Skermann, Beklaven. Thirty minutes later, Wilbur arrived at Beklaven. However, there were no signs of battle, and there were no ruined buildings. Wilbur was curious about the situation and wondered, 'Could it be that Holt didn't bring his men to Beklaven?' Wilbur felt like things were not as they seemed, but at least it was beneficial for Skermann for the moment. Wilbur instantly changed his appearance and hid his energy. He visited the Cultivator Guild and requested to meet General Arthur. "I have something very important that I need to discuss with General
"What? Wilbur, you're a citizen of the great Dasha. How could you commit such an atrocious act?" Wilbur said, "Mister Arthur, please believe me. The one who killed over ten members of the Cultivator Guild last night was Holt, not me." Holt responded, "Mister Arthur, this man is still spouting nonsense. Please do not trust him." Arthur frowned, looking troubled. Wilbur was stunned that Holt would turn on him, and now he felt like there was no way to clear his name. Just as Arthur was struggling with what to do, a severely injured Steviat burst in from outside. He knelt on one knee and said, "Mister Arthur, last night, we were ordered to the border. On the way, we encountered Ede's cultivators, who killed over ten of our men. I barely escaped with my life." "Perfect timing!" Arthur stood up from his seat, his face cold. "Steviat, take a good look. Between these two, who is the one responsible for killing more than ten members of my Cultivator Guild last night?" "What? Could
Wilbur said, "Holt, I'm your opponent. If you have the guts, come at me." "Hmph." Holt sneered and said, "Wilbur, do you really think you're a match for me now? You're nothing but a pawn destined to fall before me. Skermann will inevitably fall under my control, and Beklaven will be engulfed in an endless war for the next hundred years. I will be the ruler here!" "What? Could it be that you're the mastermind behind the turmoil in Beklaven? Holt, I... I truly underestimated you." Arthur's face twisted in agony. After all, Beklaven was home to tens of millions of people, and Arthur could not believe that the fate of these millions was in Holt's hands. Holt alone intended to destroy the homes of countless people. This guy was as cruel as a viper and incredibly vicious! "Hmph." Holt spoke casually, "Arthur, I'm sparing your life only because you're the leader of the Skermann Cultivator Guild. Let me make it clear: you have two choices. First, become my servant and help me contr
"Go!" Arthur and Steviat turned into shadows, and just as they rushed out of the grand hall, the huge stone pillars collapsed, causing the entire hall to collapse inward instantly. Wilbur and Holt burst through the ruins, flying out of the hall and continuing their battle in mid-air. Arthur and Steviat watched from the courtyard below. Steviat, feeling worried, said, "I've heard that Mister Wilbur is the one who defeated Buker. He came to Beklaven to help us, but I'm not sure if he can defeat Holt on his own." "Master Arthur, I'll gather everyone now." "No!" Steviat was about to leave when Arthur stopped him. "It's not necessary. Both of them have reached the peak of the Emperor level. Their energy isn't just spiritual but also contains other powers. Bringing others won't help. This time, whether Skermann can escape the flames of war is up to fate." Steviat sighed inwardly. Although he did not want to admit it, Arthur was right. The power Wilbur and Holt wielded far surpass
The Dark Messenger's lips curled into a faint smile. "I told you I'd make you pay a hundredfold. I'll make you wish you were dead. When you killed me before, you used your right hand. So now, there's no need for your right hand to exist anymore. Let's blow it up!" With those words, the Dark Messenger twitched his fingers. Suddenly, Holt's right hand lifted involuntarily. Though he instinctively tried to pull it back, his hand remained suspended in the air, completely out of his control. Holt's eyes widened in horror. "What are you doing?" The next second, Holt's right arm exploded with blood spurting everywhere. "Aaargh!" Holt screamed in agony. The Dark Messenger sneered. "Seems like you're quite the actor." Holt, with a look of anguish, said, "Lord Dark Messenger, I was wrong. I shouldn't have opposed you. Please, I beg you, spare me. I'll do anything you ask if you let me live." "Hmph." The Dark Messenger scoffed, "Do you still think you can escape, Cold Lord?" At t