The next second, Wilbur let out a sneer. He shot out towards Michael, swinging another Chaotic Dissection toward Michael's waist.
Michael roared furiously, brandishing the Blade of the Rising Sun before bringing it down on Wilbur.
Wilbur made a sharp turn. The halberd spun in the air, hurtling toward Michael's shoulder.
Michael sent his sword out horizontally, forcing Wilbur to retreat.
An explosion rang through the air as it combusted, releasing rampant spirit energy everywhere and bringing about strong, fierce winds.
Michael eyed Wilbur coldly. "You're destined to lose. Just surrender while you still can."
"Oh, really? I don't think so."
Wilbur let out a soft cry, and a spiritual crown appeared above his head.
The crown glittered brilliantly, runes flowing all over it and radiating a terrifying spiritual pressure.
"Emperor level?"
A look of incomparable shock appeared on Michael's face.
The Emperor level was miles ahead of the Sanctuary level, to a point where it was hardly describable.
A special trait of this level was that an emperor's crown would appear when the cultivator activated or used powers of this level.
The Emperor level would cast a domain, one that was far more powerful than that of the Sanctuary level.
This was the power of being of Emperor level. Its laws of power were truly terrifying.
Wilbur smirked coldly. "Do you still think I'm going to lose now?"
Michael flushed an ugly shade of purple. He was merely at the Super Sanctuary level, and Wilbur was miles ahead of him.
To be frank, the gap in power between both men was hardly even measurable.
"Dirge of Despair: Dark Conflagration of the Abyss."
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