But Uncle Ghost stamped his foot hard against the ground, force erupting like a buried volcano, and pursued without pause, giving Ethan not even a breath of space.
The two figures streaked through the turbulent void, chasing each other within the shattered folds of space.
Spatial turbulence was deadly to ordinary cultivators—razor-sharp currents capable of tearing flesh and soul alike. Yet neither of them was ordinary.
When the chaotic currents touched the faint golden barrier around Ethan, they rebounded instantly, scattered like mist striking stone.
When the turbulence brushed past Uncle Ghost, the black flames coiling around his body burned it into nothingness.
They were monsters moving through a battlefield that could kill Supremes.
"Onyx Orchid Mask."
Ethan's voice was calm, but the words carried weight.
"Celestial Jade Physique Scripture—fully open!"
Light flashed through his pupils.
His aura surged violently.
