The whales were covered in bloody injuries as if they had died from the attack of some sort of sharp weapon. The reporter in the news said that this might be a result of some illegal fishing on the Rostead coast, where fishermen had no choice but to dump the whales they had caught back into the ocean.


    Whales were precious creatures of the ocean, especially blue whales. The reporter urged the public against illegal fishing, but Wilbur froze at the sight of the live feed from the ocean. The dead whales looked especially fresh, and there was a pattern to their injuries.


    Those injuries did not look like they were caused by binding ropes around them to hold them down before going in for the kill, but like a gigantic creature had wrapped a tentacle of sorts around the whales to strangle them to death.


    Perry frowned. "Could he be behind this?"


    Bernard nodded. "Yep. It''s him for sure."


    The image of the Shadow King''s giant hand from the dark space he had conjuredst night entered the three men''s heads. Even the ck Panther formation had not been enough to take down the gigantic hand, and the panther had been in by that gigantic hand with such ease. That definitely exined the death of those enormous whales.


    "That bastard hid in the ocean, where it''s even darker for him to absorb the power from there! That way he can grow stronger even in the daytime."


    "F*cking bastard." Perry turned to Wilbur. "It seems like we don''t have much time left."


    Wilbur furrowed his brows. "I think we shoulde up with a n. That way, we''ll have a better chance at taking the Shadow King down at night."


    Bernard said, "Are you saying that we can go to Locke''s manor and find out more about Locke through the people around him, and then find some of his weaknesses to poke at the Shadow King''s emotions?"


    "Exactly that. Let''s split up."


    The men came up with a n and headed their separate ways. Wilbur came straight to Locke''s manor. The butler, Tony, who had witnessed the bloodbath fromst time, promptly spilled the cup of coffee he was holding all over his shirt at the sight of Wilbur.


    Tony scrambled to get up, setting the coffee down on the table and getting down on one knee. "At your service, sir."


    The cultivator circle waspletely different from the regr world, and Tony knew that there was no running from Wilbur for him. Tony figured that showing his respect might just help him gain Wilbur''s trust.


    Wilbur pulled a chair out and sat down. "Say, you saw everything that happened yesterday, didn''t you?"


    "Y-Yes, sir," Tony said, trembling from head to toe.


    Wilbur continued, "Don''t be nervous. You should know that the cultivator circle ispletely different from the regr world, and both those worlds don''t really meddle with each other. I''m not going to take out my rage towards Locke on you, so you can rx about that. However, I do need you to tell me what weaknesses Locke has, and when he joined the Church of Bloodism."


    Tony, who had just stood up, fell back onto his knees in terror as he replied with a shaking voice, "Sir, I really don''t know when Mister Locke joined the Church of Bloodism. I only know that they''re a cult."