Damon''s voice was icy, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was blind with rage and hatred and could barely hear a word as he began attacking once more. Wilbur darted behind Damon, shouting, "Take this!"


    There was a loud collision when Wilbur punched Damon in the back. The golden dragon on his arm shot out, piercing through Damon''s body and shattering all his me crystal cores. Damon''s invisibility spell was dispelled at once as he copsed onto the ground.


    The golden dragon let out a howl in mid-air before disappearing into a sea of golden flecks.


    "They''re all broken! They''re all f*cking broken!"


    Damon punched the ground, looking at the man in the ck robes as his chest heaved. Damon retched harshly, and blood spurted out of his nostrils and mouth as he writhed around in pain.


    "M-Master."


    Damon struggled to climb to his feet, kneeling in front of the man in the ck robes. "S-Save me, Master... I don''t want to die."


    "You''re f*cking useless, there''s no point keeping you around anymore!"


    The man''s right hand turned into a w that he held up towards Damon, who was sucked into the man''s hand at once. A sticky, ck substance trickled out of the man''s palm, decaying Damon''s body like acid while a cloud of ck miasma enveloped him.


    Within less than a minute, the miasma had disappeared. Damon was gone, and all that was left of him was his tattered clothing. The man in the ck robes eyed the clothes coldly, his chest heaving up and down. "You bastard! Do you know how much effort it took to raise you? All you cared about was enjoying yourself,nding me in this position! You deserved thising to you!"


    Wilbur stared at the man in the ck robes in shock. "You! You devoured him?"


    "That''s right," said the man in the ck robes. "I''ve got all of his strength and powers. This is a powerful devouring spell from the upper dimensions. The spell had not been mine, but it''s mine now."


    "Upper dimensions? You learned devouring spells from the upper dimensions?"


    "That''s right. The dimension we''re in is the lowest one there is, and the cultivators here aren''t very talented and it takes too long to raise one''s cultivation here. So, after every battle, I''ll use the devouring spell to take my opponent''s strength and powers from them. That''s how I keep growing stronger and stronger, and it''s what''s gotten me to this stage!"


    "You''re despicable."


    Wilbur stared at the man in the ck robes coldly. He found the man''s methods to be shameless. No cultivator would be willing to have their powers usurped by someone else and have their powersnd in the hands of others even if they were going to die.


    The man stared at Wilbur. "I was going to pick one of you and Damon to stay and work for me. You defeated Damon, which means that you''re more skilled than him. s, I cannot keep you."


    "You''re wrong," said Wilbur. "I didn''t kill Damon. You did. Also, I''d rather die than work for you. Get on with killing me if you''re going to do it."


    Blood trickled out of Wilbur''s nostrils as he spoke.


    The man said, "It seems like you forcefully used your innate ability just now, and it has caused internal damage to your body, halving your fighting power. It won''t be hard to kill you."


    "Ha! Do you really think so? Let''s see, then!"


    "Come on, let me get my hands on your ability!"