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
For a second, Wilbur did feel like he was about to die. His spirit energy had been drained, and even his powerful soul had not been able to withstand the attack of the deathly power. His soul began to disintegrate, his consciousness fading. At the last, most critical second, a voice rang about in his soul. "The soul is under attack. Summon the power of the Divine Dependent." A golden flame lit up on the Soul Tree. The power of death was quickly forced to retreat in the face of these golden flames, burning out completely without a trace. The Soul Tree lit up with new flames, and the same mysterious voice rang once again. "The power of the Divine Dependent had been consumed. The title will now be retracted." Wilbur regained his consciousness, before remembering— He had gotten the title of Divine Dependent some time ago, during one of his contributions. He had thought that this title was completely useless and even cursed that old dragon out quite a bit. But now, W
Lily said timidly, "He's very scary, and hits me if he's upset with me. I'm very afraid of him." Wilbur did not know what to say. With how powerful this girl was, she would grow up to a powerful figure with proper training and would never have to be bullied by someone like that anymore. Maybe she was just timid by nature, or maybe it was her upbringing. After all, living under someone else's roof since you were little would definitely mess with one's psyche. Wilbur fell silent for a while, before saying, "Would you like to come with me?" "Yes, I would," Lily said at once. Wilbur smiled, reaching out a hand to Lily. Lily looked at Wilbur shakily, slowly making her way up to him and putting her hand in his softly. Wilbur brought her over to Isabella and Ryder. "We're done here. We can head back now." Ryder and Isabella got to their feet, and the few of them left the castle in silence. There was nothing left in sight other than the countless skeletons. It looked like a
Wilbur fell into a dilemma, hesitating for a long time. He felt like it would be better to analyze this energy and cultivate it in a safe way than contribute it as a sacrifice. Once he had understood the laws of this energy and cultivated it, he would be able to improve on it just like with other spiritual energy. There was endless potential, and infinite room to grow. Wilbur's Spiritual Furnace would be able to overcome the issue of the clashing of spiritual energies. All of a sudden, he thought of his Second Consciousness. His Second Consciousness was currently in the middle of analyzing the messages he had gotten after advancing levels. The information was quickly shared with Wilbur's host consciousness, and he was able to absorb all the new knowledge. He stopped for a long time before smiling. Upon the analysis of the Second Consciousness, Wilbur had now managed to comprehend how a few theories worked, giving him a whole new understanding of his powers. It seemed
After Wilbur left the room, he drove out with the intention of having a good breakfast. There was a diner around the area that served up great burgers, and Wilbur liked them a lot. It was around noon, so there were quite a few people having lunch there and parking was rather difficult to find as well. Wilbur managed to get a spot at last and was about to park. Just then, a thud rang through the air as the car behind him rear-ended Wilbur's car. Wilbur sighed in frustration. Could he not even have lunch in peace? He got out of the car with a frown. Behind him was a BMW that had dented his trunk. The bumper of the BMW had collapsed as well, half of it lying on the ground. It was, thankfully, not too severe of an accident. Just then, however, a round woman in her forties emerged from the BMW. She was dripping in diamonds and clad in designer clothes from head to toe, despite looking like a hilarious sight. Before Wilbur could say anything, the woman shouted, "Do yo