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
Wilbur vanished into the swirling white vortex. In that instant, everything on the fifth floor of the magical tower, including the Pterodactyl Lord, turned to dust and disappeared without a trace. With a flash of white light, Wilbur found himself on the sixth floor of the magical tower, suspended in mid-air. He saw the western sky glowing with the golden brilliance of the setting sun and murmured to himself in surprise, "Is it sunset here already?" After a brief moment of contemplation, Wilbur looked down to see an endless expanse of forest below, its trees thick with lush foliage. He gently descended from the air and entered the forest. Surveying his surroundings, Wilbur noted no apparent threats. The place appeared no different from a typical primeval forest. He started walking forward and, after some time, felt thirsty. He took out a flask of water from his subspace, lifted it, and took several gulps. Just as Wilbur wiped the water from his mouth, a familiar voice sounded fr
Aisha, filled with rage, raised her staff high, and a massive beam of light shot out. Wilbur extended his hands to block the impact, and his Light Gloves absorbed the energy, creating a defensive wall to fend off the beam. "It's useless, Aisha. You can't defeat me!" Wilbur declared. Aisha's eyes turned pitch black, and a dark aura enveloped her. She then replied coldly, "I told you, everyone must die!" With that, she swung her staff again, amplifying the beam's power several times over. The intensified energy blast sent Wilbur flying several meters backward. He landed hard but managed to stay on his feet, gritting his teeth with determination. Suddenly, from within the beam, several black faces emerged, their mouths biting into Wilbur's wall of light, voraciously consuming its energy. "What is this?" Wilbur was stunned. Aisha had harnessed the dark energy to counteract and devour his light power. Her strength had grown to a terrifying level and was now comparable to that of t
The golden dragon let out a roar and surged forward, colliding with the invisible barrier of the Light Confinement space. The dragon pierced through it, and with a thunderous boom, the sound of shattering glass echoed around. The white light in the sky dissipated, and the oppressive pressure vanished in an instant. Wilbur stood there, gasping for breath, his chest heaving heavily. Aisha watched Wilbur with a flicker of shock in her eyes, quickly replaced by a seductive smile. She said, "I didn't expect you to break through Light Confinement. It seems you are indeed powerful. If you are willing to submit to me, perhaps I can spare your life." "Submit to you?" Wilbur retorted, "Never!" With a fierce glare, Wilbur summoned the Azure Dragon Spear into his right hand and hurled it forcefully at Aisha. Aisha stared at the spear as it flew toward her, only to see it suddenly freeze in mid-air as if caught by some invisible force. The spear's tip began to absorb Aisha's energy, and
The iron cage immediately lifted Wilbur into the air. The moment the imprisoning sensation vanished, Wilbur instinctively reached out to grab the iron net. However, as soon as his hands touched it, they began to freeze. Startled, he quickly pulled back and retreated a few steps. Rising higher into the sky, Wilbur saw Aisha raise her staff and launch a beam of light at him. Trapped within the cage, Wilbur tried to summon the power of light to defend himself. However, he suddenly realized that his energy was being suppressed and he could not use his powers. The next second, Aisha's beam struck his chest, but the shield of light absorbed the impact. Wilbur glanced down at the glowing shield around him, feeling a wave of relief. As he looked up again, he saw Bahamut's massive mouth opening wide. In an instant, Wilbur was swallowed whole. Reflexively, he crouched into a defensive position. Darkness engulfed him, and when he turned to look, he saw Bahamut's enormous snake fangs behind
Wilbur was uncertain if his hypothesis was correct. After all, the Light Helmet was not initially infused with the power of the evil god. If the Child of Light had intentionally merged the evil god's power with the Light Armor, there would be no reason for him to discard the Light Helmet. But if the Child of Light had no such intention, then why would the Light Gloves and Light Armor lose their invisibility? As Wilbur's thoughts churned, he eventually reached a conclusion: Initially, the Child of Light might not have planned to battle the evil gods. After his unexpected descent into the lower dimensions following his fight with the Dark Lord in the middle dimensions, he encountered the evil gods' puppets. This led him to the idea of injecting the evil gods' power into the Light Armor. However, since the evil gods' puppets did not appear voluntarily, the Child of Light could not find all eight puppets. As a result, the Light Armor did not absorb the power of all eight evil gods. L
"Hahaha!" Aisha burst into laughter and sneered, "Do you really think you can evade Lord Bahamut's slaughter by covering your eyes?" In that instant, a flash of silver light streaked across the sky. Before Aisha could finish her sentence, the Azure Dragon Spear appeared right before her. Aisha expelled a black mist from her mouth, encasing the spear in ice. She shattered the ice with a burst of white light and was about to speak triumphantly. Just then, a deep rumble of thunder echoed through the sky. Aisha looked up to see Wilbur hovering in the air, a massive storm cloud forming above him. Within the cloud, a dragon's silhouette swirled, occasionally revealing its form. Astonished and speechless, Aisha watched, overwhelmed by the immense power and aura emanating from Wilbur. After some time, she finally found her voice, trembling, "This… how can this be? Is this truly his strength?" "Dragon Spell, Thunder Strike!" Wilbur roared. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning descended, tran
"Fishing?" Wilbur turned to see a handsome middle-aged man sitting by the lake, fishing. Wilbur had never seen this man before. After scrutinizing him for a moment, Wilbur asked, puzzled, "Were you speaking to me just now?" The man shrugged with a hint of helplessness and glanced around, replying, "It seems it's just the two of us here. So, are you here to fish too?" "Fishing? No." Wilbur instinctively shook his head. Although he sensed danger in the presence of the middle-aged man, the familiar surroundings dulled his sense of battle readiness. "I'm not here to fish. You must be mistaken." "If you're not fishing, then what are you doing here?" The man's tone was casual, almost curious. "I… Isn't this the magical tower?" Wilbur responded, regaining his senses. "And who are you? Why are you here?" The middle-aged man smiled faintly, handed Wilbur a fishing rod, and said, "I'm about to cook a pot of fresh fish soup. If you help me catch three fish, I'll tell you everyth