This speed… Ethan's pupils constricted sharply.
Compared to before, Thousand Faces' clone was more than twice as fast. The black long sword swept horizontally, leaving behind an ink like stroke, as if a grandmaster painter had waved his brush through the air.
The sword shadow sliced through space itself—clean, neat, effortless.
"What a powerful force… He truly has the strength of the Peak Intermediate Supreme realm. So this is his real strength!"
Ethan's thoughts flickered rapidly.
But at that same moment, a faint smile tugged at his lips—his physical strength had finally recovered enough.
The Chaos Clock could now be used again.
He prepared to summon it, but—
"Wait."
Onyx Orchid's voice echoed abruptly within his mind.
"This is fake. Not the real thing."
"What? Fake?"
Ethan was stunned for half a breath, then immediately gathered his original power. Golden light fused with black demonic mist on his palm.
"Black Mist Hands!"
