Ethan swept his gaze across the battlefield indifferently, a faint, contemptuous smile hanging at the corner of his lips.
"Just the six of you?"
He shook his head lightly.
"Not enough."
He extended his palm and clenched it violently.
In an instant, terrifying flame energy surged out of his body like an awakened feral beast. The air howled, space trembled, and scorching waves rolled outward in all directions.
The demons reacted instantly, their demonic energy erupting in unison.
Boom!
The violent flame waves were forcibly blocked—but even so, everyone was pushed back several steps before barely stabilizing their footing.
"What terrifying power…"
Sorrel's pupils shrank sharply as he clenched his fists.
"Something's wrong!"
"This is absolutely not the strength of a Ninth turn Mahayana cultivator!"
Ethan's aura was vast and oppressive, like a mountain collapsing from the heavens, crushing their confidence layer by layer.
