"It contains powerful defensive power and sealing power," Aemon roared hoarsely.
"If it can be activated—even at ten percent—it can stop Ethan!"
His voice cracked as he spoke.
He stopped abruptly in midair and turned to face Ethan head-on.
At that moment, Ethan was already closing in, his body wrapped in white lightning, tearing through space with terrifying speed. Every step collapsed the space beneath him, the pressure alone enough to make ordinary Supremes suffocate.
Aemon gritted his teeth.
In his current state, pain no longer mattered. Pills burned his blood, secret techniques tore at his meridians, and desperation drowned out fear. His eyes locked onto Ethan, pupils blazing.
Just as Ethan crossed the final distance—
Aemon waved his hand.
A brilliant radiance erupted.
