Although Ethan was clearly weakened—his aura dim, his breath ragged—Grey couldn't shake the unease gnawing at his chest.
No one knew how many trump cards this monstrous Nirvana cultivator still hid.
Even cornered beasts were dangerous… let alone Ethan, whose combat power had rivaled Inferior Supreme Peak only moments ago.
Grey swallowed once, then steadied his nerves.
I am the young master of the Ice Spirit Clan in the Luminous Continent… How can I fear someone of this barren land?
"So what if you were strong earlier?" Grey muttered, his eyes cold.
"You're at the end of your strength. As long as I use the Supreme Puppet from afar… I can subdue you easily."
His fear morphed into arrogance.
He exchanged positions with Iris in a flash—
two streaks of light crossing paths in the sky, redirecting like shifting constellations.
Iris halted mid-air, her gaze sweeping the seven figures surrounding her from all directions.
Her red lips curved slightly.
