The next second, Wilbur let out a sneer. He shot out towards Michael, swinging another Chaotic Dissection toward Michael''s waist.


    Michael roared furiously, brandishing the de of the Rising Sun before bringing it down on Wilbur.


    Wilbur made a sharp turn. The halberd spun in the air, hurtling toward Michael''s shoulder.


    Michael sent his sword out horizontally, forcing Wilbur to retreat.


    An explosion rang through the air as itbusted, releasing rampant spirit energy everywhere and bringing about strong, fierce winds.


    Michael eyed Wilbur coldly. "You''re destined to lose. Just surrender while you still can."


    "Oh, really? I don''t think so."


    Wilbur let out a soft cry, and a spiritual crown appeared above his head.


    The crown glittered brilliantly, runes flowing all over it and radiating a terrifying spiritual pressure.


    "Emperor level?"


    A look of iparable shock appeared on Michael''s face.


    The Emperor level was miles ahead of the Sanctuary level, to a point where it was hardly describable.


    A special trait of this level was that an emperor''s crown would appear when the cultivator activated or used powers of this level.


    The Emperor level would cast a domain, one that was far more powerful than that of the Sanctuary level.


    This was the power of being of Emperor level. Itsws of power were truly terrifying.


    Wilbur smirked coldly. "Do you still think I''m going to lose now?"


    Michael flushed an ugly shade of purple. He was merely at the Super Sanctuary level, and Wilbur was miles ahead of him.


    To be frank, the gap in power between both men was hardly even measurable.


    "Dirge of Despair: Dark Congration of the Abyss."


    Wilbur activated two powers within his domain in a row.


    A powerful spirit pressure enveloped Michael as huge ck clouds appeared in the sky, forming a whirlwind that began absorbing both men''s spiritual energy.


    A wave of hopelessness overtook Michael, and he began losingrge amounts of spiritual energy.


    Even someone at the Super Sanctuary level did not stand a chance against the Emperor domain.


    Michael began to feel hopelessness, loneliness, and despair. The de of the Rising Sun drooped in his grasp.


    Even Tarron and the others on the hill could feel this depressive aura, unable to help the grief that rose in their chests.


    Of course, they were too far away from the domain for it to cause significant harm to them at all.


    Yet even so, it was enough for Tarron and his assistants'' expressions to twist with agony.


    Tarron was in shock. This power was terrifying. It had the ability to manipte the emotions of others.


    It was important to note that being emotionally affected during a battle could definitely be fatal.


    More than that, there was also that terrifying ck cloud in the sky that made it seem like the sky was about to fall.


    How could anyone still have the gusto to keep on fighting under circumstances like these?


    Just then, Wilbur raised the halberd and charged towards Michael once more.


    The Chaos Dissection unleashed a series of ruthless, vicious attacks.


    Just as Michael was about to be struck, he let out a wild roar as mes shot out of the Ring of Fire he was wearing.


    "Fabric of Torment!"


    Following this, an unbearably high temperature surged out of the Ring of Fire, enveloping himpletely.


    The roaring mes sent Wilbur retreating backward, and it was nearly impossible for anything to touch Michael.


    Michael stood amidst the mes, letting out a peal of wildughter.