Chapter 842
Osborn stood in front of Rogan. The spiritual pressure from him washed toward Wilbur like a tidal wave.
The speed of his spell casting was too fast to be visible.
Osborn cast a spell almost instantly.
"Curse of the Dead."
Osborn struggled to point a finger at Wilbur as if that finger carried the weight of the world behind it.
A gray ball of light floated out from his finger and flew toward Wilbur.
That was an advanced spell, the Curse of the Dead.
It had a 50 percent chance of killing the target instantly.
There was a fifty percent chance of surviving, but no one would dare take the risk to fight the spell.
Wilbur teleported and moved around in the spacious office.
However, the Curse of the Dead had locked onto Wilbur. It kept changing directions and chased him around.
Wilbur did not just move around. He also formed seals with his hands.
He placed his palms together after a few seconds and shouted, "Eye of the Dark."
A black spiral instantly appeared in front

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