This Ghost Flame Insect Mother was only at the Peak Inferior Demon Lord realm.
Under normal circumstances, this situation would be troublesome.
But to Ethan, whose physical cultivation had already broken away from conventional limits, subduing her was never an impossible task.
Ethan exerted force with his palm.
Crack!
He seized the Ghost Flame Insect Mother's ankle, swung her body twice in midair, and then hurled her out like a war hammer.
Bang!
A muffled explosion echoed as her body smashed heavily into a stone pillar. The pillar trembled violently, dust raining down from above.
She stabilized herself with difficulty, blood and demonic energy surging chaotically in her body. She coughed twice, a trace of blue-black blood seeping from the corner of her lips.
Her gaze dropped to her ankle.
It was numb—completely numb.
Not only was she unable to exert strength, but a distinct crimson handprint was branded on her pale skin, as if it had been burned there.
"How…?"
