Chapter 2491

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