Ethan didn't hesitate anymore.
He immediately mobilized his power and started refining it on purpose.
White lightning spread like wildfire through his body, rapidly wrapping those brownish-purple energies layer by layer—breaking them down, purifying them, washing them clean.
That foreign power, originally steeped in corrosion and destruction, was scrubbed again and again until it actually started shedding its murky shell. Bit by bit, it transformed into a purer thunder force, flooding into his limbs and bones.
"Damn… that feels good."
The sensation nearly made him sigh out loud.
A rush of fullness and relief he'd never felt before made his body swell almost imperceptibly, like even his physical frame had been strengthened. The leftover energy between heaven and earth seemed to suddenly find its true center, streaming toward him in an endless flow.
But the battlefield didn't give him much time to enjoy it.
