The man scoffed. "The name's Pierce Zeeto. I'm one of the Sanctuary level cultivators of the Zeeto clan, what can you do to me?"
"You're a real piece of shit, you know that? You'll say anything to suck up to this old hag, won't you?" Wilbur spat in disdain.
Pierce flushed at Wilbur's bluntness but quickly regained his composure. "I don't really see the point in arguing with a man who's about to die. I hope your soul enjoys its last moments in agony. We'll see if you're still as cocky then."
"My clan's spell sphere is capable of burning your soul in darkness for thousands of years, and you're about to get started on that right away," the other cultivator called out as well.
"I guess you're one of the Zeetos too, then?"
"That's right. My name's Orzo Zeeto. Don't forget my name if you need one to scream when your soul gets tortured later," Orzo smirked.
Wilbur chuckled, shaking his head. "You two make a great pair, don't you? Well, you're about to find out what a fool you've just made of yourselves."
"To hell with you, Trevor Penn!"
Angie howled out loud, and the six spell spheres shot out at Wilbur.
The flames contained a terrifying power that made the surrounding temperature drop at an alarming rate.
All the nearby plants froze and died at once, turning into ash that scattered on the ground.
At the same time, Wilbur let out a roar. The runes on his body lit up as he struck with his sword.
A gust of wind kicked up, shaking the ground within a hundred-meter radius.
There was no deafening sound, no explosion.
Wilbur's sword collided with the flames before promptly vanishing.
Under Wilbur's terrifying domain, however, the six black jets of fire were extinguished as well. They floated into the air in wisps of rampant spiritual energy, bringing about howling winds as well.
"Is that all you have to show, young man?" Angie screeched, waving the scepter in her hand.
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