A violent collision of energies erupted high above Manhattan City.
Ethan, as chairman of the Manhattan Legion, truly possessed immense strength.
His power was undeniable, the culmination of decades of cultivation and authority.
If his enemy today had been the Elemental Assassins, then perhaps he still might have had a chance.
With his might, he could have resisted their infiltration, crushed their shadows, and at least stalled their assault.
But unfortunately for Ethan, what stood before him was not assassins.
It was the Doomsday Warriors.
These were not simple soldiers infused with thunder, as outsiders imagined.
They commanded true destruction.
The lightning was not their weapon—it was merely the manifestation of something far greater, the raw essence of annihilation itself.
Thus, when Ethan unleashed his mighty blow against the storm, he had not destroyed the lightning at all.
In truth, he had only fed it, injecting his own strength into its endless cycle of ruin.
