Wilbur stopped when he was roughly two hundred kilometers away from the coast, then he disappeared from sight.
In the middle of the night, Wilbur looked at Dark Dispense, the historical halberd, and the Sword of Judgement.
Two of them were his own weapons, while the Sword of Judgment was a weapon from the Church of the Holy Illuminati.
His second consciousness was analyzing the power contained within the Sword of Judgment and its composition.
After a moment, he activated his second consciousness, and countless pieces of information flooded into his mind, making him dizzy.
After a long while, he let out a sigh and fell deep into thought.
Then, he picked up the sea monster's core.
It was a top-grade offering that contained incredible energy.
Wilbur wasted no time as he threw the core directly into the Dragon's Altar as a sacrifice.
At the same time, in Crown International Hotel, Lindon and the others were looking at each other in the room.
They had received the news that all the experts in the country were working together to attack Wilbur. After all, there was no way such a large matter could be kept hidden.
"What do we do? The situation seems bad," Carlson said with worry.
They had just put all their eggs in Wilbur's basket. None of them thought this would happen.
They had heard that the strongest of Westeria was leading all of Westeria's experts against Wilbur. It was a battle for the ages.
Things were looking very grim for Wilbur.
After all, practically all of Westeria's experts were there.
If Wilbur was defeated and died, it was hard to say that it would not affect them.
The moment the experts of Westeria figured out their relationship with Wilbur, there was nothing to say that they would not be dragged into it.
They were like mere ants in front of those experts.
Looking at everyone feeling anxious, Lindon said, "It's too early to talk about things right now. Let's be patient."
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