Ethan's heart sank.
This was the first time the system couldn't fully dissect a target's structure. Which meant the power this guy controlled had already crossed—at least partly—outside the system's parsing range.
And then the man's body trembled faintly.
Something even stranger manifested behind him.
A worm.
But it wasn't anything you could call a "creature" in the normal sense.
Its body was made of pure energy, its surface layered with complex, ancient patterns. Every time it squirmed, space cracked a little, like the world couldn't handle the friction of it existing.
Just a trace of energy leaking off it made the air scream with a sharp, grating hum.
Ethan could feel it clearly—
that worm's energy level had already pushed past the critical edge of Tier 33.
The man lifted his hand slowly.
"Since this place has already lost its original value," he said, voice turning glacial, "there's no reason for it to keep existing."
He gave a casual flick of his fingers.
