Chapter 2265

Wilbur flew toward the ground at once. Lawrence appeared with a black sword in hand as soon as Wilbur landed and stabbed it in Wilbur's direction. Wilbur scrambled to block the black sword with his left hand, swinging the thunder cleaver over at Lawrence.

Lawrence smiled, disappearing into thin air. Wilbur paused for a second, before putting his thunder cleaver away and beginning to make his way along the fields quickly while he searched for the formation core.

The dead wolves had all turned to a strange ash-like powder that floated into the air. It then formed the shape of wolves one by one, and the entire pack was reborn in a few seconds.

Wilbur merely gave the wolves one quick glance and continued to make his way forward. Just as he had taken two steps, he whipped around and held the thunder cleaver up. A clang rang through the air as Lawrence's black sword struck the thunder cleaver and he sneered at Wilbur coldly. "You got lucky this time."

He disappeared once more, and Wi