Skyler let out a furious roar and waved his hand wildly. The monstrous, ghost whale he summoned lunged toward Ethan, its maw large enough to swallow a hill whole.
"Ethan, we underestimated you," Karl Ashenvale shouted, voice hoarse with rage.
"But the trump cards Skyler and I have unleashed—no matter how you stop them—you will die!"
Above Karl's head, the towering ancestral phantom raised its long blade, its killing intent so sharp that even the surrounding space hissed.
Together, the two ultimate techniques swept forward like twin calamities descending upon the world.
Ethan's reaction, however, was surprising.
His eyes brightened with excitement, lips curling in delight.
"That is… an innate treasure technique? Such power… it's mine."
He wasn't intimidated—he was thrilled.
"One Word Severing Technique—Shock!"
Ethan growled softly. Instantly, a wave of chaotic killing intent erupted from him like a tidal wave. The shock force tore through the battlefield.
