"Haha, although your attack is strong, how many times can you use it?"
"If you can't kill me with one strike, you will be the one who dies!"
Luca's voice was cold and confident. He drew in a long breath, the violent fluctuations of demonic energy settling as his fighting spirit reignited like a furnace stoked anew.
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you." Ethan replied lightly. His tone was relaxed, almost lazy, as if Luca's existence did not even warrant a second glance.
"I'll treat those words as your last."
"People from a small Dao sect dare to bark in front of me?" Luca sneered.
"I want to see how powerful this move of yours really is. Come."
The fire coiling around the spear in his hand surged violently. The heat distorted the space itself, and Luca's aura rose once more, thicker, heavier—like molten iron poured into the air.
"Since you're so eager to reincarnate," Ethan said calmly, "I'll grant your wish."
He stretched out his palm.
