Grote fell to the ground on his knees, his chest heaving as the black vortex disappeared around him. He looked up at Wilbur in terror, who stared down at him like a god of death. Just then, an icy voice escaped from Wilbur's throat. "You're a low life to me, Grote. Disrespect me any further, and I'll be sure to kill you." Grote trembled from head to toe, his expression flickering between fear and disbelief at something that seemed to be scaring the absolute spirit out of him. He knocked his forehead against the ground repeatedly as he apologized over and over again. Conrad furrowed his brows at the sight of Grote, then at Wilbur. He did not know what Grote was so afraid of. Grote was a legendary warrior who never backed down, even in the face of death. Yet… he had just admitted defeat like that. Also, who did that voice coming out of Wilbur even belong to? Wilbur's eyes eventually returned to normal, the left side of his chest throbbing with overwhelming pain. He gritted his
The three men chose to fly to Pulsa Lake, and this journey only took them ten minutes. Pulsa Lake was located between two snowy mountains, but the lake itself never froze over. It remained shimmering under the sun like an enormous mirror. The three men landed by the shore, and Wilbur looked up to see a wooden boat on the water. Augheimer's cries could be heard from where he was, stripped topless and tied to a pole on the boat. "Come on, Dalton! Just kill me! I dare you!" Dalton stood across Augheimer on a boat, holding a bamboo flute between his fingers that he blew a lovely tune out of. Conrad was enraged to see this, shouting, "To think that you're still in the mood for a song, Dalton! Let Augheimer go, or you're not getting back to Buck Town today." Dalton's performance stopped upon hearing those words, and he looked up at the men by the shore. "I didn't expect you to be here too, Conrad. My, my… they even got the head of the Albert family to help. Pretty impressive that y
"Wonderful. Well, let's get to it, then." As he said the words, a black ball appeared in Dalton's right hand. It grew bigger and bigger, radiating an icy, black miasma. Dalton then controlled the ball with both hands, hurling it into the lake. The next second, the water in Pulsa Lake froze over, with icy snowflakes dancing across its surface. A layer of ice formed over the lake, the raised frost lifting the boat up. Icicles began to climb up the boat, quickly covering it with a layer of frost including Augheimer. Wilbur's eyes turned bloodshot. "What the hell are you doing, Dalton!" Dalton sneered. "You managed to defeat me the last time because I was careless, Wilbur. I've laid down the most powerful Dark Formation at the bottom of the lake, and it's going to keep everything within Pulsa Lake frozen. With how frozen your little friend over there looks, I doubt he's going to last more than an hour. If you can't defeat me by then, Augheimer is going to die!" "You're not goin
A thin layer of ice formed around Felix as well, freezing him to the spot before Dalton sent him flying over a dozen meters. Following that, Dalton turned to Conrad. "I'll let you leave in peace if you do that now, Lord Conrad." "Ha, I see." Conrad shrugged. "Well, Wilbur and I are just regular friends. I'm not about to put my life on the line for him. Since this is between the both of you, it can stay that way. I'm leaving myself out of it. Goodbye, Dalton." Upon saying the words, Conrad flew away from Pulsa Lake. "Ha!" Dalton barked, turning back to look at Wilbur in the icy pillar tauntingly. "Your ally just abandoned you, Wilbur! How sad, but you've got nowhere to run now." Conrad's departure did not leave Wilbur feeling disappointed in the slightest, as he had never expected Conrad to truly be on his side. Instead, Wilbur was relieved to see him go as he could finally release the dragon aura in his body. He summoned the Azure Dragon Spear, hurling it against the icy
Upon saying those words, Dalton muttered a spell. The ice beneath his feet cracked open, and a wisp of black miasma crept upwards as a black ice dragon emerged. The ice dragon stared down at Wilbur as Dalton leaped onto its head, melding his aura into the dragon as he reached out to grab Wilbur. The ice dragon reached out as well, grabbing at Wilbur in the same motion. Wilbur flew backward as Dalton chased after him on the ice dragon, which opened its mouth to snap at Wilbur. Cold air struck Wilbur as he took several steps backward on purpose. Wilbur waited for the ice dragon to lower its head before leaping on himself, swinging his sword towards Dalton. Dalton was already covered in the ice formed by the ice dragon, and he melded into the dragon's body as he laughed wildly. "You fell for it again, Wilbur!" "Fell for what?" Wilbur was about to make a turn when he realized that his feet were covered by the icy aura the ice dragon was radiating. His legs were frozen in place,
The vortex had absorbed the ice dragon completely. Dalton was about to run when Wilbur reached out from where he was standing in the middle of the vortex to grab Dalton by the neck. Following that, Dalton's own energy aura quickly began to fade! "No! I don't want to die, no!" Dalton struggled with all his might to break out of Wilbur's grasp, but there was no running for him after all the trouble he had caused Wilbur. Within just five seconds, the whirlpool had absorbed all of Dalton's powers. Wilbur then channeled a wave of the power of destruction into Dalton's body, causing it to explode into the air. The whirlpool disappeared, and Wilbur landed on the ground calmly. He opened his right hand, and a smaller black vortex appeared in his palm before spinning out of sight. Wilbur smirked. "So that's what the dark space dimensional laws look like." He had not expected to comprehend the dark space powers by complete accident. This was a terrifying form of power, beyond Wilb
Wilbur frowned. "Is Hadirt really that powerful? How does he fare compared to Lord Edmund or Lord George?" Felix shook his head. "They're not even comparable. Back in the day, George was only able to become the City Lord of Walker Town with Hadirt's support. Even ten Georges together won't be a match for Hadirt!" Wilbur was shocked by the revelation, and Felix sighed. "You're going to have to hide for your life now, Master. Cultivate as much as you can, and head to the upper dimensions through a dimensional portal when Hadirt's not looking. That's the only way you'll avoid his wrath. You won't be able to show yourself for a while now. You have to lay low and focus on cultivating." "But…" Wilbur was about to speak, but Felix waved a hand. Felix knew the middle dimensions best, and if he said that there was no other way out… that was most likely the case. Augheimer said, "Wilbur, I don't have anything to repay you with for saving my life. Let me stay by your side from now and h
Yet what Conrad did not know was that the real Lord Babbit of the Reyne family had died, and the current Babbit was just a clone of Edmund. Conrad had pledged his loyalty to Edmund but did not know any of Edmund's secrets. The honest truth was that Edmund hardly saw Conrad as a loyal servant either. Someone so happily willing to abandon their ally in a battle could not be trusted. Edmund was only accepting of Conrad because he felt Conrad could be used. Conrad's biggest wish was to battle Babbit one day and then take over his power. To Conrad, doing so would raise his status and even make him more powerful than the City Lord of Babbit, but such a plan was practically laughable to Edmund. It was simply impossible. Why would Edmund make an enemy out of himself? However, that could become a tactic to control Conrad. Edmund had not fully recovered yet, and he had been stoking the flames between Wilbur and Dalton to get rid of Wilbur. With the state Wilbur was in, there was no way