Without another word, all three elders charged at Ethan simultaneously.
One drew a gleaming sword that shimmered beneath the sunlight. Another unleashed a fierce palm technique that shook the surrounding air, while the last rushed forward with a spear, his killing intent soaring toward the heavens. Their attacks were perfectly synchronized, sealing every possible escape.
Ethan merely sighed.
"You overestimate yourselves."
His finger moved with a casual flick.
Boom!
An invisible ripple spread across the battlefield like an unstoppable tide. The sword shattered into countless fragments before reaching him, the spear disintegrated into fine dust, and the palm technique vanished as though it had never existed.
The overwhelming force did not stop there.
