The Dark Messenger said, "I admit that you''ve grown more powerful, Wilbur. I can''t believe you grew to be so strong within a month. It''s hard to imagine."


    Wilbur looked at the Dark Messenger without letting his guard down, replying, "You''ve be more powerful too. Thest time I battled you, you were far weaker than you are now. You''ve improved during the month."


    "Haha. You can tell, right? It''s true that when Burd Bay became a warzone, the hatred in people''s hearts formed into dark power that improved my capabilities. You''ll never know how amazing this power is."


    Wilbur said, "We won''t have a winner if we keep battling. How about we give up and leave in peace? Let''s battle next time, alright?"


    "Ha!"


    The Dark Messenger scoffed coldly, then he clenched his fists and grinned, asking, "Do you think you have the chance to escape today?"


    "Damn you!"


    Suddenly, Wilbur saw that the surrounding dark energy gathered toward the Dark Messenger. The dark energy went into the Dark Messenger''s body. Wilbur could not believe that the Dark Messenger would absorb dark energy in front of him to elevate his power.


    Wilbur finally understood at that moment that the Dark Messenger was an incarnation of the Dark Lord. He had the capabilities of the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord was almost at the level of an evil god. Therefore, he could absorb energy from a dimension for his own use like an evil god.


    The Dark Lord had that capability, so his incarnation, the Dark Messenger, could do the same. Their battle almost depleted the energy of the Dark Messenger, but he started to absorb the energy around the dimension to recover rapidly.


    Wilbur was also rapidly recovering because he was nourished by his dragon aura, but his recovery speed was far inferior to the Dark Messenger. He felt like the Dark Messenger would fully recover in ten minutes, and he would be no match for the Dark Messenger by then.


    ''Am I fated to lose today?'' Wilbur wondered.


    He sighed internally. Suddenly, Holt appeared from behind and stabbed the Dark Messenger in the back. The Dark Messenger was defenseless at that moment. The sword pierced through his chest, and ck blood dripped to the ground.


    The dark energy that gathered in the sky suddenly stopped. The Dark Messenger, who had the upper hand, was shocked at that moment. His eye twitched and he looked down at the sword that came out from his chest. He trembled all over, and he could not speak.


    "I''ve had enough of you, Dark Messenger. From now on, the Church of Holy Illuminati will no longer obey the orders from Light Valley, and you''re the first powerful sacrifice for my evil god, the Cold Lord. ept your fate, Dark Messenger."


    Then, the sword emitted a coldness, and it froze the Dark Messenger. Holt sneered coldly, then said, "It''s the end for you, Dark Messenger. Your soul will now be sacrificed to the Cold Lord."