"Activate Level-Six!"


    Over on the bridge, Derkley''s powers would increase with every Bloody Python he swallowed. Yet despite all that, Wilbur remained an immovable challenge for Derkley time and time again.


    The sixth level of the Bloodsucker had been activated, and a bloody red spirit de now appeared in Derkley''s grasp.


    He clutched the de, sprinting towards Wilbur once more as he swung the de at multiple fatal parts of Wilbur''s body in a clear attempt to slice him into pieces.


    "You''re on the sixth level of your Bloodsucker spell. I wonder how many more levels do you have. If you manage to ascend to Sanctuary level, I might just have to take out some actual moves as a treat for you. But if your evil, twisted powers remain at peak Ambience level, things will end the same for you no matter what!"


    Wilbur sneered as he said the words, all while leisurely dealing with the iing attacks.


    After Derkley had thrown out a hundred shes, Wilbur finally grew bored and used all of his physical strength to throw a punch in Derkley''s face.


    Although the punch was only backed by Wilbur''s physical strength, Derkley flung the spirit de in front of himself as if it were a life-threatening one. He was sent flying through the air,nding heavily next to a lifeless Peele.


    Wilbur did not use anybat skills here. A hint of spiritual energy and his physical strength was enough to take the opponent out!


    However, Wilbur was just waiting for Erin and thus was in no rush to kill Derkley. Instead, he decided to have a little fun with the guy.


    "You f*cking bastard! Who the f*ck sent you? I don''t even know who you are! Why are you hounding me like this? You said that you would leave me alone!"


    Derkley roared at Wilbur as he struggled to get to his feet, blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth.


    Wilbur shrugged, shing a meaningful smile. "You''re not wrong. I wasn''t going to give you any trouble. But I went to visit this little girl who sells flowers, your good son here tried to kill me. Since you folks don''t like ying nice and think you can get what you want with power and strength, why should I y nice with you? Come on, show me everything you''ve got! You might just have a shot at defeating me that way, you know. There''s no point holding back, or you might not live to go all-out on me!"


    Derkley gritted his teeth at Wilbur''s words, turning to the side and glowering at his son Watson, who was cowering by the fence around the bridge.


    The next second, Derkley sprinted toward Watson, his razor-sharp nails outstretched as he wed at Watson''s chest.


    "Dad! I''m... your son!"


    Watson had never expected that he would escape from Wilbur and end up dying at his father''s hands instead.


    He stared at the hand closing around his heart, his eyes wide with disbelief and regret.


    Watson could not believe that his own father would end up turning on him one day, and deeply regretted not listening to Tammy''s advice to leave the family!


    Over on the bridge, Wilbur himself was surprised that Derkley would do that to his own son in his crazed state of bloodlust. That evil sorcery seemed to have gotten to his head.


    Derkley stared at Watson, whose gaze was turning ssy by the second as Derkley fumed. "I told you that I would destroy anyone who tried to destroy me, even if you happen to be my son!"


    Upon howling the words, Derkley yanked Watson''s heart out of his chest. He stared at the blood gushing out as the three remaining Bloody Pythons absorbed it hungrily.