Wilbur faced the crowd as he spoke, “Battling against each other will only result in injury and death.


    Cultivation is hard enough as it is, and we’ll all be much better off this way.”


    Wilbur had seen too many people die since he was just the leader of the Abyss Mercenaries and had a


    good amount of blood on


    his hands.


    That was exactly why he did not wish to fight and kill anymore upon returning to Seechertown. He had


    wanted to say those words to Jeremy from the start, but Jeremy was in too deep to be saved.


    Wilbur looked at the dead bodies in the crowd and let out a sigh.


    Some of those people were from the Owens n, and Jeremy had done all of this without even thinking


    of them. The Skull Cult was undoubtedly responsible.


    Something had to be done about this Skull Cult soon.


    At the thought, Wilbur said to Matt and Gerard, “Take care of everyone here. I’ll be on my way now. I


    have other matters to


    take care of.”


    Wilbur left after that, and everyone sent him off dutifully.


    After he was gone, Matt and Gerard exchanged a nce.


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    “Let’s heal these people first,” Matt said.


    Gerard nodded. “I have an idea. We can all talk about it once we’ve healed everyone here.”


    It was past ten when Wilbur returned to Seke Ind.


    After some thought, he headed right over to the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense


    headquarters.


    Ryder was sitting in front of hisputer, seemingly busy with something


    “Deacon.” Ryder got to his feet at the sight of Wilbur, bowing to him.


    Wilbur nodded with a frown. “Do we really not have the slightest bit of information on this Skull Cult?”


    “Sir, you should ask your personal handler about information–rted things,” someone said.


    Wilbur sighed. His handler had said there was no information on the Skull Cult either.


    Was there really no way out of this?


    He sighed again. “Alright. You can get back to what you were doing ”


    Wilbur returned to his room after that, entering his demine.


    The blood clot was still lying there silently.


    It seemed to sense the spirit energy around it, wriggling at top speed all of a sudden as an


    overwhelming spirit energy shot out and began to try to usurp Wilbur’s consciousness.


    Wilbur smirked coldly, channeling his immense spirit energy back into the blood clot at full force.


    The blood clot wriggled furiously, its own spirit energy colliding with Wilbur’s.


    All of a sudden, Wilbur let out a loud cry as his spirit energy turned silver and filled the blood clot,


    making it emit a silver glow.


    At the same time, a thin red line appeared from the blood clot. It seemed to be pointing somewhere.


    A coordinate immediately showed up in Wilbur’s subconscious.


    He had just begun marking the coordinate when the red line was cut off.


    The blood clot stopped moving, and Wilbur retracted his spirit energy as well.


    “Let’s see how far you can run from me.”


    Wilbur smiled. The red line was someone else trying to form an untraceable connection between the


    blood clot and the person channeling their spirit energy into the blood clot.


    However, Wilbur’s powerful spirit energy was enough to force the connection to show itself in the form


    of a coordinate that Wilbur had managed to mark down.


    He figured that the coordinate probably led to the headquarters of the Skull Cult.


    Wilbur also understood a bit more about the blood clot from this.


    The blood clot held a mysterious spirit power that was immensely powerful.


    Jeremy’s power hade from this as well.


    Wilbur mumbled to himself, “Coming after me, eh? We’ll see how that goes.”