"You''re crazy thinking you could ever take my soul from me," said Wilbur.


    Just then, Angie''s terrified voice rang from the ball of light.


    "What are you going to do? What are you going to do to me?"


    "You''ll find out soon enough." A ray of silver light shot out from Wilbur''s hand, which he used to wrap Angie''s soul in before tossing the whole thing into his demine.


    Just then, Eileen''s voice could be heard from behind him, "Dude, what else have you got up your sleeve?"


    "That''s all," Wilbur replied calmly. He walked up to Faye, hoisting her into his arms, and rushed back to Seke Ind.


    In the living room, Wilbur ced Faye onto the couch gently. Everyone else stood around solemnly, taking in the sorry state Faye was in.


    Wilbur was back now, which meant that it was not hard to predict how the battle


    had gone.


    Wilbur had won, and that old hag lost.


    With a battle of this level and the enmity between both parties, there was no way for both of them to survive.


    Faye, however, was hanging by a thread. The wounds on her body were terrifying to even look at.


    The wounds were still flickering with a faint ck me.


    Faye was still being tortured as of that moment.


    Everyone was shocked by the realization.


    That old hag was really something else.


    Her attack was still torturing Faye even after her demise.


    Wilbur channeled spiritual energy into Faye''s body slowly, staring intently at the ck mes.


    As time went by, the spiritual energy was finally able to put out all the mes.


    However, the wounds on Faye''s face and body did not fade in the slightest.


    She would be disfigured forever if there was no cure for this, and never be able to face the world.


    The crowd watched on worriedly, unsure if even Wilbur could fix this.


    Who knows what he might do if he was unable to find a cure for Faye?


    That old hag''s entire n might have to pay for this.


    Just then, Faye finally stirred. She jerked at the sight of Wilbur, turning around at once and covering her face with her hair.


    "Don''t look at me. Please, don''t look at me," Faye sobbed as she begged, making everyone''s chest ache.


    Permanent disfiguring was a fate worse than death to many women.


    Compared to just dying, she would have to live the rest of her life in agony and fear of facing the world.


    Wilbur said, "Don''t worry. I''ll heal you for sure. Trust me."


    Faye shook her head, refusing to meet Wilbur''s gaze.


    Wilbur turned to face everyone else. "Can we be left alone for now?"


    The crowd nodded, leaving Wilbur''s room one by one.


    Faye''s life was not in danger anymore, and it was all up to Wilbur to see if he could work his magic.


    Faye''s wounds were cursed and there was no way she would be able to treat them with regr medical procedures.


    When the two were the only ones left in the room, Wilbur said, "Trust me. Just give me a bit of time."


    Upon saying so, he entered his demine.


    Angie''s soul was floating in mid-air.


    Sensing Wilbur''s presence, she howled, "Let me go, or your girlfriend''s going to die! Even if she doesn''t die, she''ll be ruined for the rest of her life. I''m the only one who can heal her."


    "Really?" Wilbur smirked. "I''ll pass. You can wait here. I''ll deal with you once I''ve finished healing Faye."


    He ignored her from then and picked up Yaron''s Infernal Demon Sword.


    It was unclear how long this sword had been around before Yaron was able to get his hands on it.


    Wilbur had tossed it into his demine following Yaron''s death with ns to present it as a sacrifice for contribution.


    Well, it wasing in handy now.