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Watson glowered at Wilbur as if affected by the disdain in Wilbur's gaze. Have him buried? Wilbur could not help but chuckle at the words, before taking a step up to Watson and pointing at himself. "I wasn't sure if I should believe Enoff, but after seeing you I finally get why these people set up such an elaborate plan to use me to wipe your family out. You're in luck, for I value fairness with everyone. I'll give you a chance to kill me now. If you can't do that, don't fault me for not giving you any more chances!" Watson was practically shaking with rage at this stranger before him. He grabbed the pistol at his waist, shoving the barrel against Wilbur's chest as he fumed, "You f*cking piece of shit, you've pissed me off now! I'd like to see if you can move faster than the bullets in my gun! Come on, keep that cockiness up! There's nothing I enjoy more than killing off idiots like you!" Watson sneered at Wilbur, certain that a regular human being who emitted no spiritual ener

"If he really shows up, we might be dead before Mister Erin gets here. Perhaps we should come up with a plan of sorts?" Derkley fell silent for a beat, before saying, "Well, of course. You call Jonas up right now and get those peak Ambience level zombies out to hold the fort down to buy us time!" "On it." Peele did not seem afraid of this oncoming battle against Wilbur, and there was even an unreadable glint in his eyes. Other people might not know what these 'zombies' were, but Peele was one of Derkley's pupils and knew what those zombies were. Derkley had managed to get to peak Ambience level purely through forging these zombies and extracting their death essence to advance in cultivation. The truth was that Derkley's crazed massacre and sacrificing ritual many years ago had happened so he could create these zombies. Now, however, he had gotten incredibly secretive and professional with his ways. Derkley had not just strategically decided to only create these zombies wi

Peele could feel his body growing weaker by the second and cursed out loud before he collapsed on the edge of the cliff he was standing at. Meanwhile, the zombie charged at Wilbur once more, who realized that the zombie had not been injured from his attack at all. In fact, it seemed to increase in power and speed. "Could this be a case of spirit enchantment? That's a spell from evil sorcery." Wilbur sensed that the zombie before him was different and could not help but remember the types of zombies he had encountered in the past. Spirit enchantment, like its name, was the process of forcing spiritual energy into a zombie's body through a source to increase its fighting powers. The biggest specialty of this evil sorcery spell was that it gave the zombie an endless source of spiritual energy to take the opponent down, waiting for a crack to appear for the zombie's controller to land the fatal move. This was a useful battle plan against cultivators below Sanctuary level but wa

Wilbur looked around him as he sensed the change in his surroundings before his gaze finally landed on the one zombie that was completely unmoving. According to Wilbur's senses, the zombie's aura bore similarities to that of the formation he was in. This meant that the unmoving zombie had to be the one behind it! Despite the fact that Wilbur did not know where Derkley had learned to control these zombies to cast formations, it was hardly a threat to him. After all, he was capable of breaking through the restrictions of the formation with the strength from his own body alone. If Wilbur were to activate the spiritual energy in his body, he would have all the more power to pretty much render the formation useless against him. Across from him, the remaining three zombies attacked at the same time. The zombie on the left was holding a long sword, and the one on the right was surrounded by a stream of water. It would seem that the water was being controlled by the zombie. Meanw

After blurting out the threat, Derkley mumbled to himself, "Let this blood burn. O' mighty Blood God, please bless me with power. I shall take this low life down in the name of the Blood God!" As he uttered the words, one of the Bloody Pythons was swallowed right into his stomach. Derkley shot up a good few inches, and his bloodshot eyes indicated that he had finally cast his ultimate move—the Bloodsucker! Wilbur searched through the spell Derkley had just cast with his Iris Veritas, raising an eyebrow in mild interest. Despite the fact that Derkley was only at peak Ambience level, his physique had improved greatly among many other aspects. It was clear that the spell entailed keeping a special bloody liquid in his body, which would be activated in a battle and turned into energy by feeding on himself! "Go to hell!" Upon improving his powers, Derkley charged at Wilbur immediately. He leaped into the air once he was ten meters from Wilbur, throwing a heavy punch at Wilbur's