The killing intent erupting from Jared Ashenvale surged like a volcanic eruption, rolling across the battlefield with the momentum of collapsing mountains. His aura burned so fiercely that even Intermediate Supremes involuntarily tensed.
At this moment, Jared Ashenvale's rage overwhelmed everything. He ignored Alex Thunderhall and the rest entirely, his bloodshot eyes locked onto the battlefield as he roared:
"Who is Ethan?!"
"That boy!" Belle Thunderhall said immediately, her finger stabbing toward Ethan like she couldn't wait to hand him over.
Jared's eyes twitched—then locked onto Ethan with burning hatred.
"So it's you! Vicious brat!"
"You slaughtered dozens of my Ashenvale family members—today I will exact blood for blood!"
"ACCEPT YOUR FATE!"
His roar shook the ground.
The Ashenvale family's losses were catastrophic—nearly two-thirds of their upper combat force had died under Ethan's hands.
He was beyond reason, beyond caution—only vengeance remained.
