"If the entire world goes down with this, then so be it!" Wilbur knew that Locke had made up his mind to sacrifice himself and clenched his fists. "Mister Locke, I know it is not my place to request this upon you, but you can't just screw all of Rostead over for your own personal gain." "Oh, really? What, are you going to stop me? Do you want to kill me? I've dominated the economy for two whole decades. God knows how many people want me dead! It's a pity they all ended up dead, and you're going to meet the same fate as them, Wilbur Penn!" Having finished his response, Locke suddenly reached out with his right hand. His arm extended a dozen or so meters, grabbing Wilbur and raising him into the air. A powerful, terrifying aura filled the room. Wilbur summoned the thunder cleaver, swinging it out and chopping Locke's arm clean off before landing back on the floor. "You bastard!" Locke glowered at Wilbur. He bent over, and it was seen that his back had split open. A huge hand
As the car sped off, Bernard asked, "So, did you find out how Locke managed to seal the Shadow King's energy inside him?" "I did, actually. Locke is a cultivator too, and he's a member of the Church of Bloodism. He cast his evil sorcery just now and tried to kill me in his room." "That bastard! I knew he wouldn't have just let go of resentment like that." Perry glanced at Wilbur from the rearview mirror. "Do you believe in karma, Wilbur? Everything that happened to Locke was his karma for cultivating evil sorcery for his own selfish gain. Now that his son's dead, all his hard work and suffering was in vain. That's his punishment from god." Wilbur said, "I'm not in the mood to joke around with you guys. I just want to know if there's any other way to stop the Shadow King from coming here if I can't change Locke's mind. Could we find the Shadow King's clones and kill them first? Would that work?" "No, it won't. The world of the Shadow Men is a special one, and they can remain u
Bernard pointed at the full moon in the sky, and everyone looked up. The moon in the sky was slowly changing. An eclipse was currently happening. Bernard said, "Once the glow of the moon is completely gone, the world belongs to the Shadows. The Shadow King shall be reborn from the body of his sacrifice." All eyes were on the moon as most of its glow was now gone, turning it into a crescent. Perry then said, "Get into formation, guys." The Black Panthers took their spot, muttering chants at the same time. The next second, a powerful wave of spirit aura exploded out of them. It took shape in the form of a gigantic black panther, standing in front of the eight men. The panther looked up at the moon, letting out a loud howl. The next second, a shred of light appeared from where the moon had been fully covered. The eclipse was put on hold, and a faint ray of moonlight shone down on the hotel balcony. Everyone felt a weight fall off their shoulders, heaving a sigh of relief. "
"You're not taking them away just like that, not on my watch!" Just then, Wilbur descended from the sky wearing the Light Gloves. He got down to one knee, pressing his right gloved hand onto the dark ground. The glove began to glow the second it made contact with the ground, growing into a blinding light. Wilbur could feel the converted power of light swimming around his body in waves of warmth and lit up with glee. He had been right. Despite not having mastered the dimensional laws of Light and Destruction, Wilbur knew that the Light Gloves would be able to absorb the power of Destruction and convert it into the power of light. The power of destruction was a dimensional law from a middle dimension, which meant that the power from the world of the Shadow Men below the middle dimensions would be able to be converted into the power of light as well. Any regular person unable to store the power of light in their body would not be able to absorb all of the Shadow King's powers, but
Perry put a hand on Wilbur's shoulder. "We can't help you anymore now, Wilbur. You're on your own now. We hope you'll be able to finish this mission." "What? By myself? Is that even going to work?" "That's the only way." "Well, what happens if I can't stop the Shadow King? What then?" Wilbur was less than confident in himself and wanted to know what would happen if the mission were to fail. Bernard said, "Well, you won't know where the eighth dragon cauldron is. You'd have to wait another decade to get it again." "What? Ten years?" Missing a chance like this would be a ten-year wait? Just then, Perry said, "On top of that, if you can't stop the Shadow King, all of Rostead will go down as well. That's the only time our Master will come out to stop the Shadow King." "What? Is Senior Fremont seriously going to just watch all of Rostead go down?" "We don't have a say in that. Master has his own reasons for his decisions, and we've never dared to ask too much. I would advise
A fierce chase broke out between the two as they ran wildly. Upon reaching a crossroad, the Shadow King split into four clones. Three of the clones came charging at Wilbur from three different directions, and the other one stood right there before turning to look at Wilbur. "You might have the protection of the middle and upper dimensions, which I definitely envy, but you're far too innocent if you think that's going to be enough for you to protect the world. This world is going to end in destruction by my hands. Remember my name—the Shadow King!" Upon saying the words, the Shadow King disappeared in a plume of black miasma. Wilbur stood at the crossroads, detecting the three powerful auras coming from different directions. All three auras were extremely powerful, and Wilbur was at a loss. The Shadow King was far too powerful, to the point where even his clones were capable of emitting powerful auras. "F*ck it, I'll take them as they come!" Wilbur charged down the path on the l
The whales were covered in bloody injuries as if they had died from the attack of some sort of sharp weapon. The reporter in the news said that this might be a result of some illegal fishing on the Rostead coast, where fishermen had no choice but to dump the whales they had caught back into the ocean. Whales were precious creatures of the ocean, especially blue whales. The reporter urged the public against illegal fishing, but Wilbur froze at the sight of the live feed from the ocean. The dead whales looked especially fresh, and there was a pattern to their injuries. Those injuries did not look like they were caused by binding ropes around them to hold them down before going in for the kill, but like a gigantic creature had wrapped a tentacle of sorts around the whales to strangle them to death. Perry frowned. "Could he be behind this?" Bernard nodded. "Yep. It's him for sure." The image of the Shadow King's giant hand from the dark space he had conjured last night entered th
"Alright, that's not on you. From what I know, you've been working for Locke for ten years now. Is that true?" "Yes, sir. As a matter of fact, I would have been working for Mister Locke for eleven years in two months." "Alright. Well, since you've been with him for so long, I'm sure you must know his weaknesses and flaws. Surely you know what he likes and dislikes, right?" Tony paused for a beat, before saying, "Actually, Mister Locke isn't too different from the other heads of families out there. The only thing that made him stand out from the others was that Mister Locke hated anyone looking down on him or talking down to him. Mister Locke absolutely hated being called useless. From what I know, Mister Locke has gotten rid of anyone who tried to look down on him. Those people would either end up missing or leaving Rostead altogether. It can be said that Mister Locke was unrivaled in the country." Wilbur was able to find out Locke's weaknesses upon coming out of the manor. It