Black lines snaked rapidly across Ethan's body, weaving an intricate pattern that shimmered with a ghostly aura.
In moments, a ghostly mask coalesced over his face, imbuing him with an indescribable power.
His momentum surged, multiplying several-fold in an instant.
Ethan had reached his peak strength, In his current state, even if he faced a Mahayana Realm expert at the peak of the ninth rank, he could easily defeat him.
With cold determination, Ethan drew forth his scythe.
Scythe intent violently exploded from the weapon.
"Autumn Leaf Scythe Technique, Final Style: Divine Flame Splits the Sky!" he growled, eyes sharp and unyielding.
Like a tempest unleashed, he chased after the five thunder dragon descending from the heavens.
His form blurred into a streak of whitish light.
Though small in stature, each swing of his scythe ignited a terrifying torrent of scythe intent.
The colossal flame-wreathed scythe hovered aloft, its power capable of cleaving the night sky itself.
