"The manifestation of the Four Spirit Holy Body... is a bit interesting, but your Four Spirit Holy Body is not perfect yet. You have not even cultivated it to a considerable range. It can only protect you from one punch," Ethan said with a cold smirk.
"Haha, Ethan, I admit you are strong, and I forgive your ignorance and arrogance," Cain added, his voice dripping with condescension.
"But I can tell you this — all opponents who have seen my Four Spirit Divine Wings have met their demise!"
"Yeah?" Ethan replied, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his lips.
Suddenly, a Scythe materialized in his hand.
He rubbed his thumb along the blade, and a cold light shimmered.
"Huh~!"
The Moonflood Scythe.
The sharp ringing sound of the scythe filled the air.
The moment Ethan wielded the Moonflood Scythe, a violent scythe intent surged out from him.
