The City Lord laughed loudly while tilting his head back, saying, "The black energy is my defense. All your attacks will be absorbed by it. Give up now, for your efforts are futile." "Never!" yelled Wilbur. Wilbur moved swiftly and appeared in front of the City Lord. His fist aimed for the City Lord's face, and it was accompanied by the roar of the gold dragon. The City Lord moved swiftly in a blur to evade the attack, but Wilbur was able to sense his location. There was a flash of determination in Wilbur's eyes as he yelled, "I've found you! Prepare to die!" He thrust the Azure Dragon Spear forward, and in the blink of an eye, it hovered mid-air as the City Lord reappeared. The azure dragon roared to life and lunged at the City Lord. The black energy intercepted the azure dragon and turned it into dark energy that soon dissipated into nothingness. The City Lord smirked and said, "I told you. Your attacks are useless against me." "I wouldn't be so sure about that," said Wilbur.
However, the large creature was very cunning. Wilbur thought that splitting the ground open would provoke the creature into a frenzied retaliation, and perhaps it would come out of hiding and fight him in the open. Much to Wilbur's surprise, the creature did not emerge from underground even though it was furious. The creature kept attacking Wilbur with its vines while remaining hidden. Initially, only a single vine would emerge from the ground, but as time passed, more and more vines appeared until there were dozens of them attacking him at the same time. Despite the increasing number of vines, none of them managed to harm Wilbur. Wilbur was a dragon clan cultivator, after all. His dragon aura could sense everything within the space it covered. So, whenever the massive creature underground made any movement, he knew its exact position. The cunning creature wanted to use the ground as cover to hunt its prey above. Unfortunately for the creature, Wilbur was not an ordinary target
Upon that thought, Wilbur conjured a small black dagger in his palm through his will. A soft rip could be heard as the dagger made a cut on the sphere. With the power of destruction infused into the dagger, Wilbur slashed with great force, cutting open a foot-long gash on the sphere. The sphere seemed to have sensed his action and started to roll rapidly. It rolled across the vast grassland, speeding along like a tumbleweed in the wind. The strange creature planned to knock Wilbur unconscious with the hard stones on the grassland, then digest him. However, Wilbur gripped the dagger and found an opportunity to escape after some observation. He cut open the sphere and suddenly lunged outward from within, freeing himself. Wilbur watched as the rolling sphere came to a stop hundreds of meters away. Suddenly, the sphere swiftly rolled back toward him at high speed as though it had noticed his presence. "Good," Wilbur muttered. The Magic Dragon Blade was in his grasp with the flic
"What? Could it be that you have a different kind of power on you?" he asked. "Argh!" Wilbur cried out. Power of light surged forth from within him, and it instantly enveloped both him and the strange man in a blinding brilliance. The powerful light then spread out and vanished. The strange man dissipated into black energy, and he disappeared without a trace. Wilbur touched his throat, then looked up at the vortex of white light that appeared in the sky, commenting, "It seems that it's as I expected. All dark forces cannot compete with the power of light. At least that's the case in the lower dimension." Wilbur replayed the battle in his mind and found it incredible that such a strange creature even existed. The creature was capable of absorbing dark energy, transforming into a plant, liquid, and even a human form. It was truly a bizarre creature. Wilbur pondered for a moment, then decided to train on the fourth level for a while because he felt that he should only proceed to
Wilbur was excited about this because unleashing thirty percent of the dragon aura was three times more than what he was previously capable of. As long as he could control the aura successfully, the power of the Dragon Spell would be tripled. Wilbur originally planned to stay on the fourth level for twenty years, using this time to cultivate and enhance his strength. The first ten years would be spent creating a vortex field of energy within his body, and in the next ten years, Wilbur hoped to successfully control dragon aura to triple the power of the Dragon Spell. However, controlling the strengthened dragon aura was not an easy task, and time passed unnoticed. The original plan that was supposed to take ten years ended up taking fifteen years. Wilbur had spent a total of forty-five years including the time spent on the first level. Knowing he had only seventy-five years in the space of the arcane formation, he had used up forty-five years. That left him with only thirty-five y
Therefore, the Dark Messenger believed that instead of seeking protection from powerful cultivators of a higher dimension, or protection from evil gods, none of it mattered as much as growing his own power. The Dark Messenger believed that only by becoming powerful could one change their own destiny. The Dark Messenger considered the middle dimensions to be a mere stepping stone. However, after battling the Child of Light and falling into the lower dimension, everyone assumed that he was defeated. No one knew that it was all a part of his plan. The Dark Messenger knew that to absorb dark energy, he had to find a place with a lot of dark energy. The dark energy in the lower dimension far exceeded the dark energy in the middle dimension. The Dark Messenger's true form, the Dark Lord, had absorbed vast amounts of dark energy throughout centuries of cultivation. His power was far beyond ordinary cultivators. Earth would be consumed by darkness if he succeeded, and it would become the
Wilbur met the claw of the attacking pterodactyl with his fist. The gold dragon roared and lunged at the claw of the pterodactyl. The Light of Dragon improved considerably because of his enhanced cultivation. The gold dragon surged forward and coiled around the pterodactyl's claw, and its powerful dragon aura caused the claw to explode. The pterodactyl claw experienced three consecutive explosions, completely shattering its leg bones. The pterodactyl let out a sharp, piercing scream, which attracted four more pterodactyls to charge at Wilbur. Pterodactyls were temperamental creatures, so they would lose control when enraged. Wilbur saw the opportunity and led the four pterodactyls to a volcano. Wilbur moved swiftly as the pterodactyls landed one after another, and he wielded the Magic Dragon Blade while moving among them. Wilbur wielded the Magic Dragon Blade and struck four times within two seconds. He managed to sever their claws. Blood splattered as two of the pterodactyls s
Wilbur had slain seven out of the ten pterodactyls. Two of the remaining three pterodactyls flew back to their respective volcanoes at that moment. Only one pterodactyl remained hovering in mid-air. Wilbur soared into the air and controlled the fiery dragon to attack the lone pterodactyl. The pterodactyl flapped its wings vigorously, which generated a fierce wind that tore the fiery dragon apart. Countless sparks rained down from the sky. Then, the pterodactyl quickly shrunk in front of Wilbur and transformed into a man in a red robe. The man looked at Wilbur and said, "Enough. You can't kill them anymore. You killed seven pterodactyls. You've proven your capabilities." Wilbur looked at him and asked, "Who are you again?" The man replied, "I'm the Pterodactyl Lord. I raised these pterodactyls. I can't believe you killed seven of them." Wilbur asked coldly, "Should I have waited for them to kill me instead?" "It doesn't matter. The pterodactyl eggs will hatch again after ten