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"A shadow?" "You guessed right. It's a shame you can't fight back anymore." The man in the suit charged at Wilbur along with his shadow. The sword was brought down, and Wilbur raised his thunder cleaver in retaliation. Wilbur was just about able to hold his own against the man in the suit, but the man's shadow overpowered Wilbur. The shadow, a dark figure forged from black miasma, was a condensation of the power of destruction. Under the combined attack of the man in the suit and his shadow, Wilbur found himself having to retreat over and over again until he had no choice but to summon the protection of the Dragon's Safehaven. The man's sword struck the Dragon's Safehaven, letting out a deafening sound. Following that, a round, black ball of miasma appeared in the man's palm, and he hurled it against the ground. Darkness spread across the ground at once, quickly enveloping the battlefield. The man had activated his domain! "You're not getting away this time, Wilbur Penn

However, that rendered the man in the suit incapable of utilizing the power of destruction completely. He was only capable of using his consciousness to control his shadow, despite the fact that the shadow was a clone of him. Although it seemed like two people were attacking at the same time, it was actually just one. When Wilbur attacked the man's shadow with the Light of Dragon, the man's spirit suffered a huge blow as well. Wilbur could not help but sigh to himself. If the man in the suit had properly mastered the power of destruction and used the black miasma to defend himself from Wilbur's attacks, Wilbur would have long been defeated. Wilbur stared at the options on the screen, choosing two Thunder-type Healing pills without hesitation before leaving his demiplane. The next morning, Tina brought Wilbur a newspaper along with his breakfast. Greensource Corp was so powerful that it was capable of affecting all of Cametra, and that was why Wilbur had gotten Tina to bring h

"To tell you the truth, I was near the Lantech Building last night," said Kyra. "I witnessed the fire, and that black aura amidst the sea of flames had to be Demetra." "Him?" Wilbur was a little confused. Didn't Demetra work for Greensource Corp? He had been defeated in the battle against Wilbur, and Greensource Corp was bound to have Demetra killed for failing a mission. It was only natural for Demetra to plan his escape. Lantech Building housed the core of Greensource Corp's scientific research, which meant that the place had to have the strictest security. Demetra was being hunted down by Greensource Corp, but he still showed up on their property instead of running away. Wilbur found the entire ordeal rather hard to believe. Was Kyra telling the truth? Kyra piped up then. "I know the whole thing sounds a little ridiculous, and I know you're in the middle of investigating Greensource Corp. You might not believe me, but that's all the information I can give you. I'm callin

"How dare you!" "Marie is a Jonan, and her antiques belong to the Jonan family. You can't just buy them off like that!" "Let me speak, Uncle Greg," the young man spoke up then, and Greg let out a sigh before retreating to the side. "Sure, Pratt. You talk to him." The young man took two steps forward, smiling at Wilbur with an outstretched hand. "Hello, Mister Penn. My name is Pratt Jonan, grandson of Walton Jonan, the current head of the Jonan clan." Wilbur did not shake Pratt's hand, merely smiling and nodding. "My apologies, but I'm not interested in knowing about your family affairs. Mister Greg here should have explained it to you well enough. I'm sure you know that I obtained those antiques through completely legal methods, so I don't see why it would be deemed null." Pratt paused for a beat, before smiling at Wilbur. "I know you purchased the collections through Madam Marie, but those antiques are very important to our clan. I wonder if you would be so kind as to sell

"Very well. Come with me, then. I'll show you what real cultivators look like." Ecker was overjoyed to hear the words. He was a big fan of cultivation but had never been able to start on his cultivation journey as he had to provide for his entire family. Greg's offer to bring him to meet some real cultivators excited Ecker greatly, and he followed Greg all the way to a basement in the manor. The basement consisted of three levels. The first was a storeroom, the second was a study with many books on cultivation, and the third was a space with a maze-like layout. Ecker turned to Greg. "Are there cultivators here, Mister Greg? Is that why you've brought me here?" "Pipe down. Just come with me," said Greg. Greg wove through the maze on the third level of the basement with Ecker in tow, heading toward the center of the maze. There was a tall, round podium there with steps leading up to it that the two men climbed. On the top of the podium sat a bearded old man whose top of his