"Even if you die today, you should be proud of yourself!"
Zeph opened his mouth, his voice rolling like thunder, shaking the surrounding mountains and forests.
"So what if you reveal your true form?" Ethan floated in midair, slowly approaching. His gaze was calm, almost lazy.
"You're still just a dog."
As his words fell, he stretched out his palm. The thick, blood-red murderous aura condensed rapidly, twisting and compressing until it took shape—
A spear.
The spear was crimson from tip to shaft, as if forged from condensed killing intent and blood. Waves of cold, suffocating pressure radiated outward, causing the surrounding air to hum faintly.
Ethan grasped the spear and pointed it directly at Zeph.
"Come on, big dog."
The words were light.
The provocation was absolute.
"You dare call me a dog?!"
Zeph was instantly enraged.
"I am a ancient spiritual beast—the Tengu!"
