At this moment, Patrick sensed Wilbur''s probing andughed loudly. "It seems you''ve discovered the truth. Since that''s the case, there''s no point in hiding anymore. Indeed, the lives of mortals mean nothing to me. No matter how many you kill, they are all part of my sacrifice. Ultimately, their energy will be channeled into my body. I will only grow stronger. I am an invincible being. You might as well ept your fate!"


    Gritting his teeth, Wilbur retorted, "You want me to ept my fate? I refuse! Patrick, you will pay with your life for the four thousand soldiers you''ve killed today. I will put an end to your evil!"


    "Hahaha, you? What a joke."


    Patrick raised his right hand, and the white sword in his hand instantly turned crimson. Simultaneously, he extended his left hand, from which five fingers emitted a red glow. Five beams of red light shot out and quickly encircled Wilbur, intertwining and binding his body tightly.


    "You!"


    Wilbur struggled but to no avail.


    Patrick coldly remarked, "It''s useless. In my eyes, you are nothing but a puppet on strings. ept your humble fate, boy!"


    As he spoke, Patrick floated into the air. Suddenly, with a fierce swing, he brought his sword down, sending a massive red sword aura shing toward Wilbur.


    "Ahhh!"


    Boom!


    Wilbur roared furiously, and the red beams binding him were instantly consumed by the power of light. In the next moment, a shield of light formed around Wilbur and expanded rapidly. The red sword aura collided with the shield.


    With a sharp snap, the shield of white light shattered into countless glowing fragments. However, this time, the fragments did not disappear immediately. Instead, as if drawn by some force, they swiftly adhered to the red sword aura. The fragments reassembled into a white sword aura. After absorbing the energy of the red aura, they dispersed again, and the light particles gradually faded away. Witnessing this, veins bulged on Patrick''s forehead. He gritted his teeth and uttered in a voice that sounded ancient, "The Child of Light! So, he has found a sessor. How ridiculous. The sessor of the Child of Light is nothing more than a lowly cultivator from a lower dimension. Haha... well then, I''ll kill you too and take back the Light Gloves. Let''s see how the world of light can oppose me then."


    Patrick raised his crimson longsword, and in the next second, a peculiar energy condensed on the de. A red tempest swirled around the sword.


    "Wilbur, prepare to die!"


    In an instant, Patrick turned into a blur and charged towards Wilbur, shing down with the crimson sword. A powerful red whirlwind engulfed Wilbur, spinning violently. The cutting wind felt like knives tearing at his skin.


    "Such powerful sword energy!"


    Wilbur gritted his teeth, ready to counter with dragon aura, when suddenly, the Light Gloves emitted a bright white glow. The energy of the red whirlwind was continuously absorbed by Wilbur, causing the storm to weaken gradually.


    "Curse you!"


    Patrick chanted an incantation, and the light pir connecting him to the sky intensified several times over. With this surge of energy, Patrick reversed the tide of the battle. The red storm grew stronger again, and with a powerful gust, Wilbur was sent flying backward.