"Look for an opening to counterattack. If we strike together at the right moment, we can kill Ethan!"
Galen's voice trembled with suppressed excitement.
He felt it.
The weakening edge of Ethan's scythe.
The diminishing radiance of the flame.
"Victor Ashenvale, this scythe is losing power fast. Ethan ends here!"
He clenched his thunder spear, determination flashing across his face.
Ethan's slash was indeed terrifying. Terrifying enough to force two Supremes to burn blood essence. Terrifying enough to crack their defenses.
But a technique that powerful must consume an astronomical amount of energy.
Galen thought he had misjudged earlier.
But now— Now everything made sense.
Once this attack ended, Ethan would have nothing left.
Two choices awaited him:
Run. Or die.
"Ethan should be completely drained. Let's finish him now with one strike!"
"And don't let him run! That brat is too slippery!"
Victor Ashenvale scoffed. "I don't need you to tell me!"
