But no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.
Ethan's fingers were like iron shackles forged by heaven itself, firmly clamped around Thousand Faces' throat. The more he struggled, the tighter the grip became, as if his resistance only pleased the hand that held his life.
What truly terrified Thousand Faces was not suffocation.
It was silence.
The spiritual energy in his body had completely stopped responding.
"You… sealed my cultivation!"
Thousand Faces spoke intermittently, his voice hoarse and broken. His eyes were wide, filled with disbelief and fear he could no longer conceal.
Sealing the cultivation of a Supreme at will—what kind of terrifying strength was that?
Such methods could only belong to an Ultimate Supreme.
Yet this conclusion shattered his understanding.
More than ten years ago, Aether had merely been a Seventh-Turn Nirvana cultivator.
