"How can a world like this possibly have a soulless thrall that strong?" The Stoneborn leader's face turned ugly.
Ethan sneered. "Heh. There's a lot you don't know. You wanted me as your slave—are you out of your mind?"
He pointed forward. "Dopey. Beat them to death."
The instant the order left his mouth, Dopey launched himself like a cannonball straight into their formation.
"So fast!"
Every Stoneborn's expression changed. They reacted as one, throwing out skills in a practiced storm.
The ground turned to sucking swamp-mud, trying to lock Dopey in place. Next came massive meteors, slamming down from above, while thick stone pillars surged up and tried to ram him head-on.
These Stoneborn were earth-type ability users—masters of earth-element skills.
But against the oncoming barrage, Dopey didn't even flinch. His body was the weapon. He bulldozed straight through.
