Golden energy condensed madly around Ethan's fists, and the Profound Purifying Flame surged with it, wrapping his knuckles in a terrifying radiance.
At this moment, the Abyssal Sixteen Arts had reached its fifteenth form—a level that even an Inferior Supreme would find difficult to withstand head-on.
Huh—!
Victor Ashenvale vanished in a flash, reappearing high above Ethan.
The flaming sword in his hand burned like a miniature sun as it came slashing down.
"Sword Intent World—open!"
His voice resonated with sheer killing intent.
The sword intent world unfolded—sharp, deadly, saturated with flame.
It was clearly more complete, more refined, and more oppressive than Galen's spear world. Within Ethan's Fist Intent World, it barely stood its ground, but its expansion was painfully slow—still insufficient to break free.
Hush—!
Victor's sword cleaved downward, its light blossoming like a blood-red moon in front of Ethan's eyes.
In response, Ethan crossed his arms.
