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Chapter 665

    Chapter 665 Even a blow like that had not taken 3 Wilbur down. The three of them were doomed.


    Leonard widened his eyes, his mind going nk. { He could hardly believe that the young man he met by chance in Seechertown turned out to be so powerful and terrifying.


    To think that Leonard had even looked down on this man, thinking he was young and foolish.


    On top of that, Wilbur had pretty much only gotten into this battle because of Leonard. He could not help but flinch in regret and guilt at the thought.


    Catelyn''s eyes were practically shining as she watched Wilbur, on the verge of tears.


    The next second, however, a thought


    came to Leonard, and the colors drained from his face.


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    That weapon Wilbur was holding belonged to the Divine General Trevor Penn. If that was the case, why did he I look... different? Leonard and the twodies next to him.


    did not know what to think.


    They had witnessed the battle between Trevor Penn and Sullivan Cromwell, and '' Trevor''s thunder cleaver had been impossible to forget.


    This did, however, answer some of the questions Leonard had. It was perfectly understandable that Wilbur was so powerful if he was the Divine General.


    But why had hee to Eldor City with Leonard? All at once, Leonard was filled with shock, fear, and confusion as he froze in ce.


    Just then, Wilbur put away his thunder cleaver before making his way up to "Bruce, throwing a fist against his body. 4 With aloud collision, Bruce''s gigantic body shattered from the impact, turning into tiny crystal flecks that drifted in the air. A double-story shop lot behind him came crumbling down from the ) remaining force of the blow. Meanwhile, the crystal bone on his bodynded in Wilbur''s palm.


    Wilbur was able to sense the powerful energy in the Crystal Bone and let out a satisfied smile.


    Even if the Fleeceflower had been thirty thousand years old, it would still be nothingpared to the Crystal Bone.


    Wilbur was even a little wistful about killing Bruce just like that without having the chance to ask him where he acquired ~~ thebone.


    I Wilbur fell silent for a while, falling deep I


    I into thought.


    ? The Crystal Bone was clearly not d something from the mortal realm; and the power it held was something human beings werepletely incapable of reaching. Heck, even a Sanctuary level cultivator was not this powerful.


    Where did ite from, then? An ancient giant? An alien species? A remnant from an ancient civilization? Wilbur did not know and could hardly begin to imagine.


    The world had been around for billions of years, and the universe was unimaginably vast.


    Who was to deny the existence of all the spirits and gods heard from myths and legends? No one knew exactly what this had gone through in the billions of years since it hade to be, or what human


    beings had experienced in detail.


    > Wilbur fell silent, contemting the d vastness of the gxy and how small hie I was in the context of time and space.


    At some point, the people upstairs made their way out of the building. They stood behind Wilbur silently, not daring to interrupt him in the slightest.


    All they did was stare at his back, taking in the sight of him as if he were a god.


    Even Amon and the rest did not dare to leave, standing behind Wilbur with their heads bowed, awaiting judgment.


    There was no point in running, not in the face of someone so terrifying.


    Wilbur seemed to reach some form of understanding amidst his contemtions, and he felt as if he was descending into another realm. : A bright sound rang in his brain as a mysterious rune appeared on the tree of


    his burning soul mes, swaying softly as it hung on a branch.
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