Carlos Vernal raised one hand lightly, blue frost swirling around his palm. The Ice spiritual energy condensed rapidly, forming a massive ice hammer taller than a man.
Then—
Boom!!
With terrifying force, he swung the hammer down toward Roan and the others.
The air itself warped and tore under the blow. Violent winds screamed, carrying lethal cold that cut across their faces like blades. The temperature plummeted so sharply that frost crystallized in their brows and eyelashes instantly.
Roan staggered, breath freezing in his throat. The others felt their bones aching as the cold drilled into their marrow.
Mahayana cultivators before a Supreme Realm expert…
They were ants beneath a giant's boot.
Only now did they truly grasp Ethan's terrifying strength.
In the Nirvana Realm, he had repeatedly crossed and slain Supremes—a feat so monstrous, it defied logic. The man who could crush a Supreme with a Nirvana cultivation… how could these two Vernal clansmen even fathom him?
