Before Gorathul could even properly react, Ethan was already moving.
He didn't give him a single breath to recover. Ethan flashed across the sky—so fast he was reduced to a stretched-out white afterimage.
In the next instant, he was hovering right in front of Gorathul. The energy in his hand compressed and condensed mid-charge, and in the blink of an eye it shaped itself into a massive greatsword.
It came down with a weighty, sky-splitting force.
Gorathul's expression changed on the spot.
He truly hadn't expected Ethan to become this terrifying after fusing those powers.
The pressure wasn't just a gap in combat strength anymore. It felt like the space around him was collapsing inward, squeezing him so hard even his breathing hitched.
At this point, how could he dare underestimate Ethan?
Almost on instinct, Gorathul forced power into his palm, formed an energy orb in an instant, and hurled it forward with everything he had.
