Karl Ashenvale roared like a maddened beast, veins bulging grotesquely on his forehead. His spiritual energy surged violently, sword intent erupting from every pore as he pushed his domain to its absolute limit.
The golden sword aura around him churned and flared, faintly shaping itself into a miniature world. Space vibrated. Fractures rippled outward.
Yet—
Nothing changed.
Ethan's fist world remained unshakable, suppressing everything beneath it like a mountain crushing an ant. Karl's sword intent domain couldn't even unfold. Every time he tried to extend it, Ethan's fist intent smashed it flat again.
Pfft!
Karl spurted a mouthful of blood as the backlash slammed into him.
His vision blurred.
But before he could steady himself—
"P… Please—!"
Screams erupted one after another.
Karl turned sharply.
