Living With My Lady Boss

"You'll be reduced to dust once the ball of light explodes, Wilbur Penn!"

Johnson remembered when Wilbur cast the dragon aura storm. It had exploded after absorbing too many energy beams, and Wilbur had ended up heavily

injured.

This caused Johnson to smirk, and he shouted, "Your plan to save your dimension is destined to fail, Wilbur! Prepare to die!"

He then turned to the robot army and ordered, "Continue shooting with your lasers!"

The five hundred robot panthers executed his command, but all their lasers were completely absorbed by the ball of light. Within just a minute, it had expanded to over a hundred meters wide.

"Our robots are going to lose all their power if we keep going like this, Mister Johnson! We might not be able to get back to our quarters then!"

"Shut up and keep firing!"

Johnson's eyes were bloodshot as he cried out in fury, relentlessly controlling the robots to attack Wilbur at full power. This time, less than half of the robot panthers followed his instructions. Johnson was about to throw a fit when the enormous ball of light energy in the air suddenly descended toward the ground.

"What's that?"

"What is he doing?"

Johnson widened his eyes. Before anyone could react, Wilbur's ball of light had landed on the ground. Johnson and all of his Satan Robots were enveloped in it.

The ball of light exploded, spreading out a wave composed of the power of light. "Arghhhh!"

"Ahhhh!"

The wave blasted every Satan Robot it touched to pieces, turning all the members controlling them into black miasma as well. Johnson was furious at the sight and roared, "I won't forget you, Wilbur Penn! I'll return to Earth one day and take back everything I've lost!"noveldrama

The wave of power struck Johnson's body, and he was turned into black miasma before he could say more. The light slowly faded, and Wilbur stood there looking at his surroundings. He took in the sight of the destroyed Satan Robots, finally letting out a long breath.

Wilbur's eyes closed the next second, and he keeled over.

Back on the nameless island, the Dark Messenger and Holt were sitting in the woods, grilling some fish. The Dark Messenger had not left the island in his attempt to catch Wilbur, as Wilbur's very existence was a threat to him.

The Dark Messenger was currently replaying all the tragedies that had struck Earth in the past centuries in his mind. Every tragedy would end in many deaths, but that elite from Dasha never appeared to save them. It seemed like he had left matters of his own dimension behind him.

Would that elite finally do something if the Dark Messenger managed to transform Earth into a territory under the rule of evil gods? That was quite unlikely seeing that the elite promised to tell Wilbur the secret of the dragon clan after he had collected all nine dragon cauldrons.

Wilbur would be the Dark Messenger's biggest threat if that elite did nothing, and killing Wilbur would mean getting rid of the threat. The Dark Messenger himself did not know when he had started treating killing Wilbur as something so important.

After all, killing Wilbur right now would definitely anger that elite. Doing so would likely cause more delays to his plans if that elite decided to regain control over Earth.

The thought made the Dark Messenger growl in frustration. He had never expected an upper dimension elite to lurk in a lower dimension. Shouldn't the bastard be cultivating in the upper dimensions? What could he possibly be doing here?