Chapter 2755

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