The ck aura was nothing like the white or gold light on Kearson''s body. They seemed to bepletely separate auras but were appearing on the same person''s body. That gave Wilbur an idea.


    Realization dawned upon Wilbur then. Kearson was not actually a good person, and he had probably manifested evil thoughts while cultivating that pure spiritual aura. This had stopped him from improving his powers, and he eventually thought of cultivating evil sorcery to get ahead.


    Wilbur found it unbelievable that he managed to push himself to this stage. After all, spiritual energy and aura could not coexist with other evil energies, yet there were two different aurasing off Kearson''s body at the same time.


    Wilbur had no choice but to go for it. The left side of Kearson''s chest seemed to be his weak spot and attacking it might just kill him.


    Upon understanding this, Wilbur came sprinting over the moment the Dragon''s Safehaven expired while swinging his thunder cleaver.


    Kearson widened his eyes, glowering at Wilbur. "F*ck off, you bastard!"


    Kearson swung the Light Sword against the thunder cleaver, and Wilbur was sent several meters backward. In the next second, two rays of white light shot out from Kearson''s back and transformed into wings. "You bastard, it''s time to clean up this mess you''ve made!"


    Kearson pped his wings, soaring up to Wilbur and swinging the Light Sword in his hand. Wilbur ducked to the side, and Kearson came chasing after him. Wilbur raised the thunder cleaver to block the attack and was sent flying at once.


    Kearson''s wings pped as he attacked from various angles, but Wilbur was always able to avoid them. Kearson panicked and sped up his attacks.


    As Wilbur dodged the attacks, he began noticing a trend. Kearson rarely attacked from the left, and whenever he had to, there would be a millisecond of a dy.


    That millisecond might be the key to him winning. Upon realizing this, Wilbur took note of his left side. After avoiding a dozen or so attacks from Kearson, Wilbur finally caught Kearson on his left.


    That was his chance!


    Wilbur raised the thunder cleaver, swinging it fiercely in Kearson''s direction.


    The thunder cleaver knocked against something hard as Kearson looked down at his own chest and shock shed in his eyes. He shook his head the next second. "You bastard, I''m never going to forgive you!"


    The next second, a ck aura surged out of the left side of Kearson''s chest. It spread through the air quickly, enveloping Kearson''s bodypletely in under three seconds.


    Kearson, who had just been radiating a white light, was now cloaked in a ck aura. He grabbed Wilbur''s thunder cleaver, gripping it hard, and crushed it into pieces. At the same time, Wilbur realized that Kearson resembled someone Wilbur had once encountered.


    Stefan Shaw, the Shadow Man watching over the Light Armor in Wearson Valley. If light represented Kearson''s light side, was this Kearson actually his shadow?


    Was this Kearson a Shadow Man?


    Kearson''s foot shot out, kicking Wilbur to the ground.


    Wilbur looked up at Kearson in mid-air, hardly daring to believe what he was seeing. Wilbur could hardly believe Kearson had cultivated the dimensionalws of the Shadow Men, but something even more unbelievable was yet toe.