"Didn't you have a tough mouth just now?" Ethan asked with a teasing smile that barely masked the razor-sharp edge beneath.
Azraeth V'Khorath's fury twisted his features, but Ethan's calm amusement only deepened the dark creases of his scorn.
"I ask again, where exactly did this formation come from?"
Ethan folded his arms, posture relaxed yet brimming with unshakable confidence.
"Haha, you don't need to know that," he replied lightly, as if discussing the weather.
Azraeth's sharp eyes glared, no longer entertained.
"Don't be so complacent, the power of the formation is closely related to the strength of the releaser. You can't always preside over the formation. Without someone to preside over it, how will the formation run? How many top-quality spiritual stones do you have?" he snarled, releasing all his remaining cards, weaving dense layers of defense around himself like a fortress.
