Smith said, "Yeah, that's right. Actually, we're special agents sent by the Moda military. The Moda military knew about what happened last night. Mister Penn, you're a cultivator from Dasha's Department of Paranormal Research and Defense. We have a lot of respect for Dasha, and you're a Dasha cultivator, so we respect you even more. We came to look for you to negotiate on behalf of the Moda military." Wilbur looked displeased to hear that and said, "I see. Since you're here, it shows the sincerity of the Moda military. Alright, I'm willing to compromise on the matter regarding the Night Demons." Mackley asked, "What are your terms?" Wilbur replied coldly, "All the facilities and research data on the Night Demon must be destroyed immediately, and the military must send someone to eradicate the Night Demon virus. That way, this won't turn into a public incident." Smith and Mackley exchanged glances with each other. They were taken aback by Wilbur's terms because their plan was fo

"Roger that!" Three snipers that were hidden at various spots replied simultaneously. Then, they shot at the same time after a brief silence. Three bullets flew straight at Wilbur's head. The bullets from the sniper guns were far more powerful than the machine guns, with much better penetrating power. It was a shame that they stopped roughly eight meters away from Wilbur. Then, just like before, they were sent back and killed the hidden snipers. "Sir, all three snipers were killed at the same time!" "What?" Dale frowned. He found it quite unbelievable because the snipers were hidden at different locations. They never showed themselves. Even if Wilbur discovered one of them, it was impossible for him to discover all three at once. Dale could not believe that Wilbur could control the bullets so accurately to kill all three snipers. Smith said, "Sir, we can't wait anymore. Wilbur Penn is an Emperor level cultivator. According to what I know, any cultivator that reaches the S

Wilbur was furious. He threw the fast-spinning metal ball to the ground, and it instantly exploded into countless fragments that shot out in all directions. Over a hundred people died in the blink of an eye. The frontlines of the military base were empty at that moment. Wilbur landed from above and walked into the military camp casually. He then encountered over a thousand soldiers with enhanced muscles, their eyes were completely white. Without warning, they started sprinting toward Wilbur in a frenzy. "Night Demons?" Wilbur mumbled to himself. He was rather surprised because it was still the middle of the day, after all. Nonetheless, the soldiers before him exhibited traits of the Night Demons. Only an enraged Night Demon would turn its eyes white. Usually, the Night Demon virus would not cause the muscle structure of its host to change, so it was clear that these Night Demons were modified into a new virus. Wilbur was afraid that if the Night Demon virus went out of control

"Dale?" "Mister Richie." Dale and Patrick looked at each other and smiled. However, Patrick seemed rather displeased when he saw Wilbur. It was clear that he knew about Wilbur through his own sources. "Wilbur Penn? Why are you here?" "Mister Richie, I think you know why I'm here." Patrick smirked and asked, "So, are you here for the Night Demon Project?" Wilbur replied, "That's right, Patrick. I think you know what consequences the Night Demon Project will bring. How can you not abide by the rules as a cultivator? You forcefully interfered with the lives of ordinary people. Isn't that crossing a line?" Patrick scoffed coldly and said, "They are like insects to me. Their lives are as worthless as grass. I don't care even if millions of them die." There was a cold glint in Wilbur's eyes when he said in a chilling tone, "You're terrible. I can't believe you manipulated the Moda military for your personal gain. It looks like if you get away with the Night Demon Project, Kos

At this moment, Patrick sensed Wilbur's probing and laughed loudly. "It seems you've discovered the truth. Since that's the case, there's no point in hiding anymore. Indeed, the lives of mortals mean nothing to me. No matter how many you kill, they are all part of my sacrifice. Ultimately, their energy will be channeled into my body. I will only grow stronger. I am an invincible being. You might as well accept your fate!" Gritting his teeth, Wilbur retorted, "You want me to accept my fate? I refuse! Patrick, you will pay with your life for the four thousand soldiers you've killed today. I will put an end to your evil!" "Hahaha, you? What a joke." Patrick raised his right hand, and the white sword in his hand instantly turned crimson. Simultaneously, he extended his left hand, from which five fingers emitted a red glow. Five beams of red light shot out and quickly encircled Wilbur, intertwining and binding his body tightly. "You!" Wilbur struggled but to no avail. Patrick co