This move had been formed by fusing the movement of the stars and divine power with the destructive nature of spiritual flames.
Ethan could clearly feel the terrifying power contained within it.
It was dense.
Compressed.
Unstable.
If he poured all his strength into detonating that starburst, even an Ultimate Supreme would be erased in a single strike—body, soul, everything reduced to nothing.
"Disperse."
With a single thought, the star in Ethan's palm began to rotate counterclockwise.
The arcs flickered violently.
Divine power collapsed inward.
Flame power followed.
The miniature star system disintegrated silently, extinguishing itself before catastrophe could unfold.
"Hah…"
Ethan exhaled deeply.
His breath was slightly disordered.
This self-created technique was already comparable to a divine-grade spiritual technique.
Forcefully interrupting it caused backlash—if his body were weaker, his meridians would have shattered on the spot.
