Ethan saw exactly what he was doing.
Trying to lure him closer to the sword?
Did Valric really think he was that easy to fool?
Ethan abandoned close combat.
White energy poured from his palm and gradually condensed into a sphere. Arcs of electricity danced across its surface as the power inside compressed further.
In the distance, Valric saw what he was doing and shook his head helplessly.
He stopped beckoning and walked over to the sword lying in the sand. Bending down, he wrapped a hand around the hilt.
Before he could straighten, an energy sphere was already flying toward him.
Its path lined up perfectly with his upper body.
If Valric continued to rise, he would run straight into it.
Ethan did not let his guard down. He had thrown the first sphere with his right hand, and his left was already gathering energy for a second, ready in case Valric tried to counterattack.
Valric did not straighten.
