He glanced down at his arm.
A bright red, bloody cut had appeared on his forearm! Sword intent still wreaked havoc within it, tearing his flesh and making him experience a long-forgotten sense of pain.
"Who?!" the Moonfall Clan Ancestor demanded loudly.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Countless shadows of swords lit up the night sky, dispersing the luminous mist entirely.
Everyone's gazes simultaneously looked upward.
Two people floated in the air.
One was naturally Ethan. The other was a tall, handsome man wearing a green robe, his single ponytail fluttering in the wind.
He stood with two fingers held together before him. Divine power converged around them, faintly forming the shape of a longsword. His other hand gripped Ethan's shoulder.
It was this man who had suddenly appeared and rescued Ethan from the Moonfall Clan Ancestor's hands.
Because of this, Ethan managed to preserve his two final trump cards.
