Even though the guy was a Tier 17-level fighter,
the earlier explosions had completely rattled him—
and trying to tank that much damage had drained most of his energy.
Ethan's punch landed dead center on his forehead.
"BOOM—!"
The sound was low and heavy, but it echoed like thunder.
The Tier 17 powerhouse froze in place, eyes rolling back, then collapsed like a sack of bricks.
Ethan's gaze turned ice-cold. He looked over his shoulder and barked, "Leave no one alive."
The Emerald Castle crew surged forward like a pack of predators unleashed.
What followed couldn't even be called a battle—it was a massacre.
Blades tore through flesh, screams bounced off the stone walls, and blood sprayed like rain.
The Blood Serpent Brotherhood's elite didn't even have time to react before they were cut down, one after another, like wheat before a scythe.
Minutes later, silence fell again.
The air was thick with the stench of scorched flesh and fresh blood.
DING!
