There were only so many Sanctuary level cultivators in the world! That thought made Darlene's smile widen even more. Amidst the thick poisonous fog, Wilbur whipped his cleaver calmly as the blade exploded with powerful spirit energy, taking out one zombie with each blow. He hardly paid any mind to the poisonous fog that came forth, continuing on his massacre. As the battle went on, the expression on Darlene's started changing slowly. Most of the zombies were slain, but Wilbur did not seem to be letting up in the slightest. He did not seem to be poisoned or weakened at all. Darlene was a little confused. Even an Ambience level cultivator would not be able to take on the combined attack of this many zombies, let alone with the addition of the poisonous fog. Wilbur looked up at the air filled with the fog. He noticed that not many zombies were left. He let out a sneer, and the Dragon's Crystal in his body spun as a terrifying spirit energy surged out into his thunder cleaver
The giant zombie radiated with terrifying spirit energy, and a green fog drifted around it as it let out an earth-shaking howl. The sight made Sammy, who was in the barrier, burst into tears of terror at once. Dom's legs wobbled as he held his sister tightly to keep the both of them on their feet. Dom was pale in the face as well. It was clear he had never seen something quite this terrifying before. Wilbur's expression finally turned solemn this time. He had really underestimated this old witch. She was about as powerful as an intermediate Sanctuary level cultivator. It was important to note that forming a live giant zombie of this size required a staggering amount of spirit energy, and anyone below Sanctuary level would never be able to do it. Just then, Darlene's chest heaved as she fumed, "You're going to die, young man. You'll never beat my giant zombie." It was clear from the look on her face that forming the giant zombie had completely drained her of her spirit energ
The giant zombie was able to make the air between its palms constrict from its previous attacks, radiating a strength that was impossible to resist. Any regular human being would find it hard to withstand such pressure, and any slip-up on their end would result in a fatal ending. This move was enough to make up for the giant zombie's huge, lumbering figure and slow movements. Just then, as its palms were slowly closing in together, it seemed like no living thing would be able to survive such a blow. The thunder cleaver was gone from Wilbur's grasp. He held his palms up, trying to deflect the giant's terrifying blow. The palms closed together at last, with Wilbur right in the center. Sammy and the rest were scared out of their wits, closing their eyes hopelessly as dread washed over them. They could only imagine what the witch was going to do to them. Just then, Darlene let out a bone-chilling peal of laughter as she hobbled over to the giant zombie slowly on her cane. "Th
Wilbur, on the other hand, was completely calm as he slung his thunder cleaver over one shoulder and called out to Darlene, "Got anything else, you old witch? I'll be taking care of you if the answer's no." Darlene gritted her teeth. "Why must you kill me?" "You forged a bunch of zombies and put random people under curses, including your own pupils. Isn't that enough of a reason?" Wilbur replied sharply. Darlene said, "I just made them bring dead bodies to me, I never told them to kill anyone! Besides, shouldn't they repay me for teaching them cultivation?" "They should repay you as your pupils, but not because you threatened them. The witchcraft you cultivate is nothing but evil. You just need dead bodies now, but you might need live human beings once you've grown more powerful!" Wilbur said coldly. Darlene was at a loss for words. Wilbur was right. She had already been planning to get a few cultivators to experiment on as her zombie-forging skills improved. That was because
At the same time, she used the last of her energy to wave her cane at Wilbur. The gray fog on the cane turned into a ghostly shadow, baring its fangs as it pounced on Wilbur. The village seemed to be enveloped in an aura of death as the ghost appeared, causing all the plants around to wilt and die. Wilbur, the target of the Soul Massacre, was bearing the worst of this aura. He understood then that it would be hard for him to withstand the Soul Massacre even if he were to double his powers. After all, this witch with Sanctuary level powers was sacrificing her own spirit and life to cast her most powerful spell. Strength alone was not going to be enough to beat it. Dom and Sandy stared at the village turning into hell on earth in real time, their souls quaking in fear. Moose was pale with terror as well. He knew that his master had such a powerful spell that would kill anyone who was its target but had not expected it to be this bone-chilling. Darlene held herself up with
"My apologies. You were cursed by the old hag personally, so the curse has not been lifted yet," Wilbur said. Sammy's expression shifted into one of terror. "What am I going to do, then?" "Don't be scared. I've got an idea. It's just going to be a little more troublesome," Wilbur said. Sammy calmed down upon hearing there was a way out. After all, Wilbur had been powerful enough for her to be able to trust his words. Dom frowned slightly. He had heard Wilbur say before that the curse could be broken by force. But entering Sammy's spirit might come with the risk of hurting her and would be dangerous to some extent. But Darlene was dead, and there was no other way out. Sammy, Dom, and Moose looked at the ground littered with bodies. A shiver ran down their spines. Wilbur had killed four to five hundred zombies, as well as the zombie giant formed after. He had even been able to deflect Darlene's fatal spell at the very end, one that she had sacrificed her life to cast. I
Gibby flew into a panic at once. "You can't do this, Mister Shoreson!" "Cut the crap. I want these three dead at all costs by today. How dare you touch someone like me, you f*cking piece of sh*t!" Lee glowered at Wilbur, preparing to pull the trigger. Sammy and the rest turned pale. Unlike Darlene, Lee's father was a government official. Lee was crazy and more than capable of bringing them a great deal of trouble. Wilbur was not afraid of staring down the barrel of a gun, but Sammy and the rest were. Just then, Wilbur chuckled. He reached for his pocket, pulled out his license, and showed it to Lee. "Wilbur Penn, Department of Paranormal Research and Defense. I've got official orders from the most powerful people in the country. Don't even think about continuing what you're about to do." Lee stopped short, eyeing the license. A moment later, he shouted, "My ass! You're not fooling me with that fake license. Do you take me for an idiot?" Wilbur smiled. "You don't believe m
Gibby had resented Lee for a long time now, but the power Lee's father held practically made Lee untouchable in Cendonville. Now that Gibby had received orders from the province officials, even someone like Lee could hardly protest. Lee and his father were just the top dogs of Cendonville, but they were hardly anything in Gravonia Province, let alone in the face of a department like Wilbur's. Gibby reckoned that Lee and his family were done for after ruffling the feathers of someone like Wilbur, so he did not hesitate in the slightest to go all out against Lee. Gibby sneered coldly, "Cuff him! One more word from you and I'll stuff your mouth shut." His officers got to work at once, and Lee was caught off guard by the sudden coldness. He was shocked into silence, not daring to say a word. Lee's men were also handcuffed and taken away, both of them pale as sheets as they trembled from head to toe. They had been used to having things going their way with Lee and had never expe