He could only kick his legs wildly, his eyes burning cold as they locked onto Ethan with an intensity that seemed poised to kill.
Cain Ashenvale felt the terrifying sensation of his Four Spirit Holy Body slowly slipping away from him. The fear in his eyes deepened, a desperate terror no words could capture.
He would rather embrace death than lose the Four Spirit Holy Body.
Without it, how could he stand against the formidable geniuses that filled the cultivation world?
Losing the Four Spirit Holy Body was tantamount to losing his very worth; what distinguished him from a mere ordinary?
Ethan held Cain firmly, guiding his gaze toward Seraphina. He whispered gently but with deadly clarity,
"Look, this is what happens when you stand up for a foolish women. Have you ever considered that if it weren't for her, you wouldn't be reduced to this? What fate awaits you now?"
