Wilbur glowered as he said, "You're forcing my hand, and you're going to die!" He channeled the power of light into the dragon, which turned white as it grew in size before charging into the air. "Roar!" The white dragon flicked its tail, and all ten Arlots disappeared into black miasma. At the same time, countless branches reached out from the tree to form a net to trap the white dragon. The net shrank and the white light faded before it was completely covered by the branches. Just then, however, the net of branches was blasted apart and reduced to dust in a huge explosion as the white dragon emerged from within, flying around in circles before charging downward. "We've won!" Aite said excitedly. Vernon asked, "What should we do now, Mister Penn?" "Everybody retreat to the starting point of the passage and pull on the rope with all your might to open the door." "Got it." The men rushed back to the door as the white dragon flew above Wilbur's head in circles. Yet the

As the passage became narrow, the white dragon shrunk in size as well. It finally charged out of the well, dispersing into dragon aura as the nine men toppled onto the ground. The next second, Wilbur grabbed the cover of the well and dropped it on top of the opening. A golden seal appeared, flashing brightly in the air. The ground rumbled several times, then everything went back to normal. Mitch, Vernon, and the others had just gotten up and immediately fell back onto the ground from the quaking. "What…" "What on earth just happened?" The explorers looked at each other in shock. "Whew!" Wilbur collapsed onto the ground as his chest heaved, flicking off the water on his face. Had it not been for the formation sealing the tree in place, Wilbur and the others might not have been able to escape. After all, what happened just now was far too shocking. The tree's branches had stretched all the way to the opening of the well. What kind of being was that tree even? Wilbur w

A wild boar with gleaming fangs strode out of the trees slowly. The boar was huge, probably weighing around a hundred and thirty kilograms. It eyed Wilbur hungrily as if he were a delicious meal. The boar's front left trotter stomped into the ground twice. Both Wilbur and the boar were staring each other down, and the entire forest seemed to go quiet in their wake. All of a sudden, the wild boar let out a furious roar as it broke out into a sprint, charging toward Wilbur. He smirked at the sight before him. Instead of using his thunder cleaver, he charged over to grab the boar by its fangs. The boar shoved at Wilbur as he backed up a few meters, kicking up the leaves on the ground in a frenzy. Anyone else would have been scared out of their wits as a wild boar in a primeval forest was supposed to have the purest of its species' blood. A wild boar that weighed a hundred and thirty kilograms could kill ten people at once. In the past, a wild boar once showed up in a small town

Following that, the old man began digging in happily once more. Wilbur saw that and continued eating on his own. The old man, however, had a positively frightful appetite and eaten all four trotters and a large piece of pork within half an hour. The old man sat on the ground, licking the grease off his fingers as he stared at the rest of the boar on the grill. "That was really quite good. I'd even say it's the best wild boar I've had in thirty years." Wilbur said, "Are you done eating now, sir?" "Yes, I'm done," the old man smiled. "Alright, I'll put it away now." The old man saw Wilbur getting up and scrambled to his feet to grab Wilbur. "Hey, hey, what's the rush? You can put it away later." Wilbur took a deep breath. "Sir, I can tell you really like the taste of this wild boar. You could just say that, and I'd be happy to give you half of it so we can both have food, okay?" There were plenty more wild boars in the forest, some of them even weighing more than this one.

As long as he could summon the dragon formed from his dragon aura and have it fly around, the dragon would be able to block Wind Sprite's attack. However, this was the only chance Wilbur had. If he were to fail, Wind Sprite would probably kill him before he could summon the dragon once more. Thus, Wilbur had to improve his hearing and attack speed to secure a chance at beating Wind Sprite. With that in mind, Wilbur made up his mind on what he was going to do. His body had completely recovered half an hour later, and he tore off a strip of fabric from his clothes to use as a blindfold. He picked up a rock off the ground, tossing it out. The rock hit a big tree, causing its branches to shake as a wave of leaves fell from the tree. Wilbur's ear twitched, and he struck out at once. Wilbur danced through the air, swinging his sword around, piercing through each leaf one by one before they hit the ground. After the leaves stopped falling, Wilbur took off the blindfold to inspect the