Chapter 772

A black crack zipped out from the tip of Wilbur's sword, making a beeline for Angie. It was an attack that cut through the air, the black line ripping a line in the air with an immense power that threatened to cut through anything. However, it was still absorbed by the whirlpool formed by the spell spheres. Wilbur was quite surprised. Was Angie's domain really this powerful? She even managed to withstand the Lost Slayer. The bone-chilling aura grew by the second, making everyone else suffocate and tremble. Pierce and Orzo laughed wildly at the sight of Wilbur's shock. "It's no use struggling, I'll tell you that! Time to pay for taking Master Jarvis' life!" the two of them shouted. Angie's expression grew even more venomous. "I don't just want you dead. I want every person around you to be tortured to death too. You owe it to me." "I don't owe you shit. Your son tried to kill me, so he deserved to die!" Wilbur roared. "Quaternary Form: Flame of the Imperial Dragon!