The barrier Ethan had raised—built on this world's Primordial Force and layered with The Infernal Abyss's transparent lightning—should've been unbreakable.
Yet that golden spear still forced its way in, inch by inch.
The light-patterns around the spearhead spun like living blades, tearing through the defense. In seconds, the barrier's surface was webbed with dense cracks.
Ethan's breathing tightened.
This close, he could feel exactly how monstrous the power coming off that spear was. The pressure traveled through the shield and into his body, making his arms sink like they'd been chained to stone.
He thrust his palm out.
Rumble—!
A huge amount of energy compressed in his hand at high speed, condensing into a new sphere.
In the next instant, he hurled it out—then stripped away part of the shield around him, converting the Primordial Force he'd been using for defense into pure offense, flooding it forward like a collapsing sky toward the golden giant.
