The moment Ethan raised the Moonflood Scythe, the entire valley trembled.
A terrifying scythe intent erupted from his body, sweeping across the battlefield like a storm of invisible blades.
The pressure alone tore open cracks across the scorched earth, and even cultivators far away felt their bones rattle as if they were being dragged toward a battlefield meant only for gods and monsters.
His hair flew wildly behind him.
His clothes whipped in the violent wind.
"You two aren't the only ones who can burn blood essence."
His voice was calm. Too calm.
As if burning blood essence was nothing more than taking a breath.
He waved his hand.
Bang!
A jade bottle exploded before him, releasing ten remaining drops of the precious blood essence he had once fed to Solara.
The blood essence transformed instantly into a roaring mist and surged into the Moonflood Scythe.
The Moonflood scythe hummed. The blade flickered. A terrifying aura spread out.
