Arge amount of viscous, foul-smelling green pus sttered toward Wilbur. Wilbur let out a loud shout and a protective armor appeared around him.
Despite possessing the qualities of good immunity and a strong physique from the dragon tribe, he did not want to actuallye into contact with the wretched substance.
The green liquidnded on the armor with a series of hissing sounds. It began to erode the armor, damaging it.
Wilbur frowned, but Loja burst outughing. "These are all children of the merciful father! They contain incredibly powerful erosive qualities. How long will youst against them?"
As Loja was speaking, the cysts on his body continued to explode with no intention of stopping.
Wilbur sneered coldly. "With the kind of morals you have, you''d turn into disgusting things like this even if you manage to get to your wretched merciful father here. You''re a joke, acting all smug."
"You pitiful low lives know nothing. There''s an eternal universe waiting for me, where I shall never expire," Loja screeched.
The spores continued to pounce toward Wilbur. Some of them hadnded below, targeting the cultivators there.
Wilbur sighed. He knew that he was going to have to take Loja down as soon as possible. The people below would never be able to withstand the viruses in these disgusting creatures.
Wilbur waved the historical halberd, which began to sh.
The Dragon''s Crystal and Spiritual Furnace in his body began to spin furiously as the dragon''s mark on his back lit up and floated out, opening and shutting its mouth to mutter in Dragonspeak. Behind him, the shadow of the tyrant let out a howl into the air.
At the same time, the historical halberd began to fade.
Gold dragon''s scales appeared on Wilbur''s hand holding the halberd inyers as it morphed into a phased weapon.
"I''m going to give you a taste of the phased halberd," said Wilbur.
He let out a roar, brandishing the halberd imbued with dimensional powers as he pounced on Loja.
A phased weapon had the ability to break down any other weapon but only existed in the theoretical realm.
Even Higher Order spells like the Dimensional Arrow had only managed to replicate the effect of a phased weapon. Their effect was far fromplete.
However, the historical halberd Wilbur was holding seemed more like a proper phased weapon. It flickered wildly in Wilbur''s grasp as he swung it toward Loja. Loja''s gaze shed with terror, and he roared, "That''s impossible! How could you have a phased weapon?"
"Are you surprised?" Wilbur sneered, bringing the halberd down ruthlessly.
Loja let out a growl, his snake sword lighting up with ghastly green spiritual mes. A set of inscriptions swirled about in the spiritual mes as he swung the weapon towards the halberd.
A soundless explosion erupted in mid-air. Loja''s snake sword managed to block Wilbur''s halberd.
The phased weapon that could erode everything was unable to do anything to the snake sword.
Loja let out a loudugh. "Trevor Penn! This is the Sword of gues, gifted to me by the merciful father. It is above thews of which all weapons in the world are made, which includes the one you happen to be holding! Did you really think it would work on me?
Wilbur narrowed his gaze.
He knew that every world hadws of its own, and any cultivator who understood thesews would be able to use them to their advantage.
For example, phased weapons required a deepprehension of thews of dimension.
Wilbur was only capable of wielding this power by using his Second Consciousness to analyze the dimensionalws.
At the end of the day, it was a power that still existed within the realm of this universe.
No power could ovee thews of the universe.
Thesews were the foundation that had built this universe, and breaking thesews would make you a god. You would have ascended mortal capabilities.
Thus, Wilbur''s historical halberd would only work within thews of this universe.
However, Loja''s interpretations of this theory were something that Wilbur scoffed
at.