A terrifying wave of energy crushed a line of skeletons, striking the castle at the very end. A rumble rang through the air. The castle lit up with a gray glow, blocking Wilbur's blow without moving an inch. A path about ten meters wide parted in the crowd of skeletons. "Come with me," Wilbur shouted, running towards the castle at top speed with Ryder and Isabella while crushing the skeletons that pounced at him in the meantime. At last, the three of them managed to make it to the castle entrance before most of the skeletons could react. Wilbur struck the entrance of the castle again, swinging his cleaver. The gray glow lit up again. However, Wilbur was a lot closer to the castle now and the glow was visibly struggling to endure his attack. The entrance shattered, and Wilbur made his way inside with Isabella and Ryder. At the same time, the men were able to make their way over with Logan's help, striding in with darkened expressions as well. Saiba's expression was
Just then, however, the corpse opened its eyes all of a sudden to stare at the crowd. Isabella got a fright, ducking to hide behind Wilbur. The man's expression was stern as he stood between the girl and Logan. Logan looked to be rearing to go, preparing for battle. Saiba and his men looked intently at the Ark King. The Ark King's eyes lit up with a deep red flame, and a peal of laughter escaped his dried lips to echo in the sprawling hall, sending chills down everyone's spines. "I'm so happy you managed to get in here. Your lives are so much more worthy than those idiots'. I like it," the Ark King's mouth opened and closed, rasping out a welcome to Wilbur and the rest with an inhuman voice. "What's going on here?" Isabella could not help but ask at last. This was all very creepy to her, and she needed to know what was happening. Wilbur said in a dark voice, "I think this old zombie's attracting lives for him to absorb so he can be revived completely." The words made
The thunder cleaver swung through the bodies of the ghost soldiers, but it seemed to do no harm to them at all. At the same time, their weapons were almost touching Wilbur's body. A meter-long jet of spiritual flames shot out of Ryder's dagger, and he brought it down on the incoming soldiers. Yet the same thing happened. The flames sliced right through the ghost soldiers' bodies without causing them any harm. Isabella went pale in the face. She gripped her dagger, preparing for a fight to the death. Just then, however, a ray of silver light slashed through the air. Several ghost soldiers were sliced into pieces, howling in agony before disappearing altogether. Wilbur had put away the thunder cleaver, switching to a long silver sword. The long sword was condensed purely from his spirit energy. It was covered with various symbols, emitting a powerful spirit pressure. Wilbur scoffed coldly, looking at the Ark King. Upon finding out that the thunder cleaver was useless ag
There was pretty much only one ongoing battle now. Wilbur took on these countless ghostly soldiers on his own. The Ark King stared intently at the girl next to the man for a while before finally saying, "A Soulless, eh? These surprises just keep on coming in, don't they?" "A Soulless?" It was the first time Wilbur had heard of the term, and he could not help but look at the girl again. "Sir, could you please concentrate? We're at high risk here," Ryder could not help but say. Wilbur killed two ghostly soldiers with a scoff. "It's hard work! What's wrong with looking around?" Ryder was speechless, while Isabella frowned worriedly. "Bro, this really isn't the time to be looking at girls." Wilbur did not know what to say to that. He was just curious, what were these two thinking? "You should be worrying about yourself, you won't be able to hold on for much longer from the way I see it!" The man jeered at Wilbur. Wilbur sneered. "I don't need your advice, thanks." "We'll
The man seemed to have lost his mind in the face of death. He yanked the girl to her feet, shaking her by the shoulders all while Logan fought away. The girl, Lily, was nothing but weak then. She could hardly stand up, let alone emit that mysterious barrier of hers. Wilbur's expression finally darkened. Alia's Howl of the Banshee was considered a high-level attack, completely designed to attack one's spirit. Anyone who heard the howl would have their soul crushed or even obliterated, dying completely after that. Wilbur was lucky enough to have cast the spirit shield in time so that Ryder and Isabella were protected. Neither of them had the spirit energy to withstand an attack like the Howl of the Banshee. Alia, however, was still hovering in mid-air. It was unclear what else she had up her sleeve. She was a dangerous threat, and Wilbur wanted nothing more than to take her down as soon as possible. Over on the man's end, he had only been safe thanks to Lily's spirit
The man was in shock for a while, before letting out a loud laugh. "He's dead. You're all dead now! The Scepter of Death's mine, ha!" He dashed towards the throne, picking up the scepter gleefully. The next second, he threw it at Lily coldly. "You'd better hold on to it and keep a close eye on that thing." The deathly aura that the scepter emitted would attack the soul of whoever held it, and the man could hardly withstand it. Only Lily was immune to this, seeing as she did not have a soul. She took the scepter from the man obediently, limping to the side as she looked sadly at Wilbur's body on the ground. Just then, the man laughed loudly at Isabella and Ryder. "You guys were pretty cocky just now, weren't you? What changed, huh?" Isabella helped Wilbur's body up slightly, roaring at the man, "How could you do this to him? He saved your life!" "I didn't ask him to save me, did I?" the man asked coldly. "Anyone who tries to get their hands on the Scepter of Death is a
Isabella got to her feet and stood in front of Wilbur. She clutched her dagger, channeling all of her aura. Despite it not being much at all and pretty much dissipating in the face of Logan's immense power, she stood strong. Logan frowned at her. An Aura level cultivator was hardly a threat to him at all. He was at the Sanctuary level, but he began to hesitate at attacking a woman of Aura level. The man saw this and shouted at once, "What the f*ck are you waiting for? Get her!" Logan, amidst his doubts, took a step forward. The rampant spiritual pressure was so strong that Isabella's legs shook visibly, and she nearly keeled over. Yet she gritted her teeth, standing tall with all her might. Truth be told, she did not even have the energy to fight back. Standing up still was already using up all of her energy. Just then, however, Ryder crawled to his feet. He was bleeding out of his nose and mouth and his steps were shaky, swaying as he walked. But he still manag
Still, neither Isabella nor Ryder seemed ready to give up. Logan sighed to himself, getting ready to give these two swift and easy deaths. A cruel smile appeared on the man's face. He was enjoying the sight before him to no end, loving the feeling of control. The only thing lacking was the begging, which irked him a little. It was fine, though. The Scepter of Death cheered him up more than enough. All of a sudden, an icy voice rang through the air, "I never said you could kill my men." Everyone was caught off guard. The man's eyes widened, staring dumbly at Wilbur on the ground. They saw Wilbur getting to his feet, letting out a long breath as if he had woken up from a nap. "How could this be? How are you still alive?" the man shouted, shocked beyond words. The blow from the Scepter of Death would be too much for even a Sanctuary level cultivator to take. It was a godly weapon, holding enough power to kill an entire city. Its attacks also targeted the soul, an