Wilbur felt like he might not have won the battlest night if he had gone against Damon on his own and could have even lost to the guy. Despite the fact that the Light Gloves could convert the power of destruction to the power of light, the power of destruction in Damon''s body was far too powerful.


    It was extremely difficult topletely control such an amount of power of destruction flowing in his body. Even if Wilbur had not lost to Damon, he would have suffered serious internal injuries.


    The thought made Wilbur heave a sigh of relief, but he also reflected on his boldnessst night. Despite the fact that Wilbur had been borrowing the power of light, both the power of light and the power of destruction were interchangeable, and Wilbur had not fully learnt to control the two yet. Thus, he would suffer severe bacsh from the power of destruction while he was using the power of light.


    It seemed like learning and mastering the simrities between the two powers was the only way to truly fuse the two powers together and avoid the bacshpletely.


    Over in a mansion at West Aidementon, Damon knelt on the ground with an expression of deep pain on his face. "I''m sorry, Master. Please, please let me go."


    The man in the ck robes said, "Damon, I hope you know that your life belongs to me. Please don''t do things like this to worry me anymore."


    Damon protested, "But killing Paul was a mission Greensource assigned to me, and the bastard humiliated me before! It''s not too much for me to go after his life."


    The man in the ck robes kicked Damon sharply, sending him flying before crashing against a wall. "Your life belongs to me. I''m not going to repeat myself another time. I hope you won''t let me down."


    Damon clutched his stomach, rolling around on the ground in pain. Eventually, he crawled up into a kneeling position by the man''s feet. "Yes, Master. I know."


    Over in theb, Paul said, "Mister Ralph, I just received news that the virus killed Bari."


    Ralph was currently observing the changes in the test tubes. "You found the virus source?"


    "Not yet, but we found traces of him. We suspect that the virus source took control of Demetra''s body, killed Bari, then absorbed his power of destruction and washed off his own scent in the river.


    Ralph hardly seemed to care about that, tilting the test tube around. "Well, what do you think this Demetra person is like?"


    "Cold, but not without his own values. He wouldn''t hurt anyone without reason." "Do you think Demetra still has the right to live on in this world?"


    "Um..."


    Paul fell into a dilemma. Demetra was an orphan, and despite the fact that he had been a B-rank assassin at Greensource Corp. Everyone he killed had been criminals who deserved it.


    As an orphan, Demetra''s cold-bloodedness and intelligence far surpassed most regr people. He had only made it to this day through nothing but hard work and perseverance, and Paul empathized with him deeply. That was why he had been reluctant to sentence him.


    But if Demetra did not die, the virus would continue using his body to hurt others. There would be more than just one or two casualties then.