The fireball exploded in front of Ethan, turning into scattered fragments of flame before dissipating into nothingness.
But Ethan stood quietly.
Unscathed.
Not a strand of hair was burned. Not even his robe fluttered.
"So… so powerful…"
The young man loosened his grip on the stone he had been hiding behind and exhaled shakily, his heart pounding like a drum.
"An Immortal… he must be the legendary Immortal!"
In the villages, there were also people who practiced martial arts.
He had heard the elders say that once martial cultivation reached a certain height, one could transcend mortality—fly through the skies, halt aging, and live for hundreds or even thousands of years.
The person before him—
Was exactly that kind of existence.
A being spoken of only in legends.
Ethan waved his hand.
Demon flame surged outward, dark and violent, instantly enveloping all twenty flame giant loaches that were still struggling midair.
Zila—zila—zila.
