Ethan suddenly moved.
His figure burst forth like a bolt of golden lightning, tearing through the air in an instant.
"Want to run?!"
"Have you asked me first?!"
Eryon's pupils constricted as he reacted immediately, his White Tiger bloodline surging as he lunged forward. At the same time, Seris and Kairon shifted positions in perfect coordination, sealing Ethan's retreat from three angles.
The killing intent locked down the space.
Ethan snorted coldly.
"Don't overestimate yourselves."
The next instant, his figure blurred.
"Apparition!"
An afterimage remained where he stood, lifelike and intact, while his true body reappeared dozens of feet away.
"If I truly wanted to leave," Ethan said calmly, his voice drifting through the air, "none of you could stop me."
He laughed softly—and instead of fleeing, his body dropped sharply from the sky.
Everyone's expressions changed.
They thought he was retreating.
