"No way!"
Wilbur stared firmly at the tree on the wall across from him. He did not know what kind of being this tree was, but Wilbur would never leave his fellow companions behind like that. "I brought them here, so I'm bringing them out. All of them."
"Oh, is that so? You seem rather arrogant just because you've got the protection of the middle dimensional elites, don't you? Let me tell you this, young cultivator: no one who has broken into this place has been able to leave alive before, and you are no different!"
The tree let out a cry of fury, and the dozen or so branches surged downward. Yet just as they touched the light shield, they were turned to dust.
"What? Is this the middle dimensional law? I see, only the Arrow of Arlot will be able to kill you, then."
Upon saying the words, a huge branch reached out. It turned into a man radiating black miasma all over in mid-air, who grabbed the air in front of him as a bow and arrow appeared in his grasp.
The next second, the man pulled the bow and aimed it at Wilbur and the others within the light shield. He released the bowstring, and a long arrow made of black miasma came hurtling toward the light shield.
As both arrow and shield collided, the arrow dissolved into black smoke while the light shield also turned into countless flecks of white light.
As the light shield dissolved, the man made of black miasma named Arlot smirked. He pulled the bow once more, aiming it at Wilbur. "Poor, foolish cultivator. You're going to die, even if you have the protection of the middle dimensional elites. To hell with you!" Arlot roared the words as he let go, and another arrow of black miasma shot out.
Wilbur had no intention to engage in a battle. His plan was to just leave with everyone as soon as possible, but Arlot's attitude pissed him off.
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