Wilbur was about to respond when Paul was sent flying over before crashing against the windshield of the car they were in.


    "Ahh! Mister Paul!"


    Kyra flung the door open and rushed over. Paul got off the hood of the car, stopping Kyra from helping him up as blood trickled out of his mouth. "You should leave, Kyra. This isn''t the Damon you knew."


    Damon sneered. "None of you are leaving today."


    He made his way over when Wilbur got out of the car. "You sure talk a pretty big talk."


    Damon stopped abruptly in his tracks. "Wilbur Penn?"


    "Fancy running into you, Mister Damon. I can''t believe I''m seeing you here," said Wilbur.


    Damon paused for a beat before his expression turned cold. "Well, I''ll kill you too, then!"


    Wilbur sneered. "I guess Greensource Corp does not intend to let me go. Well, I''m more than happy to oblige."


    All of a sudden, a thought seemed to hit Damon as he pointed at Kyra. "Hang on. Wilbur, do you know that this woman you''re protecting has tried to kill you more than once? Are you really going to protect someone so evil?"


    "Why don''t you let me kill her first, and then we can have our battle. How''s that?"


    Kyra''s mind went nk at the words, and she looked at Wilbur pleadingly. Just as Kyra was about to say something, Wilbur spoke up first. "I don''t know the kind of person she used to be, but she''s my friend now. And now that my friend''s in trouble, I''m going to help her out."


    Damon seethed. "You f*cking bastard, I guess I''ll have to kill you too!"


    Just then, Paul uttered a string of chants. The next second, a powerful spiritual aura radiated off him as a white glow enveloped himpletely. Paul''s muscles bulged wildly, ripping the suit he was in as he said, "You''re here for me, Damon. You''ll have to beat me first if you want to fight Wilbur!"


    Wilbur sensed the power of light radiating off Paul then, and his eyes shone. Aside from the Holy One, Wilbur had not met anyone capable of wielding the power of the light.


    Now that Paul was doing exactly that, Wilbur felt like he would be able to ask Paul


    for help with finding the source of both these forces.


    Paul shot out like a bullet, throwing a fist at Damon.


    "Take this, Damon!"


    "You old geezer, I''ll grant your death wish since you''re so keen on dying!"


    Damon''s eyes shed coldly. A wall of ck miasma appeared in front of him, and Paul''s blow dented the wall. Following that, Paul seemed to be absorbed by a tremendous suction as he was pulled into the wall of ck miasma.


    "Be careful, Mister Paul!"


    Wilbur reached out at thest second, grabbing Paul by the arm and yanking him out of the wall just in time.


    Paul''s chest heaved. "Thank you, Wilbur."


    Just then, the wall of ck miasma turned into a giant snake that slithered over. Damon''s expression was icy as he said, "Since you''re all looking to die, I''ll grant your wish. Take this!"


    The gigantic snake opened its mouth, swallowing Wilbur and Paulpletely before they could even react.


    The snake then turned into a ck ball, hovering in mid-air.