And he chased after one of John's clones.
John laughed wildly when he saw Ethan disappear in the opposite direction.
"Sure enough, he's still just a yellow-haired brat!"
"Spun around by my phantom clone and doesn't even know it!"
"Ahahahaha—!"
The laughter echoed through the sky, carrying relief, arrogance, and the joy of escaping death.
John steadied his breathing, suppressed the pain in his body, and flew toward the direction agreed upon with Kale and the Young Master.
As long as he escaped this place, everything would be worth it.
However—
A sharp, explosive sound suddenly tore through the air behind him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
It was as if the space itself were being kicked apart repeatedly.
John's expression froze. He instinctively glanced back—
A streak of white light was tearing through the air, crushing space with raw force, closing the distance at a horrifying speed.
Ethan.
"How is this possible?!"
John's pupils shrank violently, his face turning ashen.
