Tous les chapitres de : Chapitre 2411 - Chapitre 2420

The Dark Messenger used his knee to shove Wilbur upward. He came charging toward Wilbur, swinging at him with another heavy blow. Wilbur bit back on the searing pain coursing through his body and clenched his fists, aiming a punch toward the Dark Messenger. Both fists collided in mid-air, and Wilbur was sent flying backward once again. Had it not been for the power of light protecting his body, all of his bones would have been crushed. Wilbur finally realized how terrifying the Dark Messenger was. This clone of the Dark Lord was at least twice as powerful as the last one, and Wilbur might not stand a chance even if he were to use all of his strength and power. The thought filled Wilbur with dread and hopelessness. Just then, a shout could be heard from some distance. "Look— it's a mirage!" "It's here!" "The mirage is finally here!" … A series of cheers could be heard from the beach just as Wilbur sensed that special aura in the air. Dragon aura! There was a surge of d

Upon quenching his thirst, Wilbur looked at the still lake and was able to see his reflection in the water. Suddenly, the Dark Messenger's voice could be heard coming from behind him, "I finally found you, Wilbur Penn." Wilbur whipped around to see the Dark Messenger standing a dozen or so meters away from him, staring him down with an icy glare. Wilbur scrambled to get to his feet, frowning at the Dark Messenger. "What… How are you here?" The Dark Messenger scoffed. "You should be asking yourself that." "Me?" "Take this, Wilbur Penn!" The Dark Messenger came charging towards Wilbur with a black sword in his grasp, stabbing at Wilbur's chest viciously. The sword pierced through Wilbur's body, and he collapsed to the ground unconscious. Wilbur thought that he would be dead, but he soon felt rainwater beating down on his face. He sat up, looked around him, and saw that he was on Kook Island. "What the…" There was a searing pain in his chest, and Wilbur yanked his shirt

Wilbur gave it another try, focusing on an image of a Thunder-type Healing Pill. Sure enough, it appeared in the form of a mere illusory image as well and could not be consumed. It seemed like only the images of his thoughts would show up here, and not the real thing. It was the same with the Dark Messenger. While that attack had definitely hurt, it was not that bad. Wilbur spent all afternoon walking around the deserts before an idea finally hit him. He would use the special energy in the mirage to cultivate and improve his skills endlessly since that was the only way he would get more powerful. After all, it seemed like there was nothing really special or precious here aside from making his thoughts appear visually. The truth, however, was that memories were the most important part of a person. Human beings were prone to reminisce on the past, be it in wistfulness, remorse, joy, or resentment. Through it all, memories would only remain as memories, and they would never happen

Wilbur paused briefly before nodding his head and answered, "Yes." The Dark Messenger frowned. "Are you a cultivator?" "A what?" Wilbur met the Dark Messenger's gaze, before shaking his head. "No, sir. I think you've got the wrong guy." Despite the fact that Wilbur had gotten significantly more powerful and could definitely take the Dark Messenger down with ease in a battle, he knew that the Dark Messenger was still just a clone of the Dark Lord. After Wilbur killed the Dark Lord's first clone, the second clone that appeared was at least ten times stronger. Wilbur could easily take this second Dark Messenger down, but the power of the Dark Lord was still unfathomable. A third Dark Messenger was bound to show up after Wilbur killed the second one, and he did not know if he would be a match for him then. Wilbur had learned his lesson and did not want to cause himself any trouble. He was determined not to expose himself, at least not before he was significantly more powerful.

Wilbur wove through the crowds, listening in on their conversations and picking up useful bits of information. Ten days later, one of the beachcombers suddenly looked up at the sky with a frown before saying, "It's been almost twenty days since a mirage showed up. I thought mirages were supposed to appear for days at a time?" "You can't be too sure about anything. Maybe the humidity levels have dropped recently, so the mirages can't take shape." "A mirage is just an image made of refractions of the sun. There's nothing special about them. People just find them interesting." "Honestly, I'm more concerned about the wars on Bullard Bay than any mirage." "Bullard Bay's at war all year long, man. The refugees from the countries around Skermann have been flocking to Skermann like crazy, and it's only made the lives of us Skermann locals worse." "I wouldn't agree with what you just said. War is something no one desires, and all human beings are equal. They shouldn't be discriminat