"A dying person doesn't need to know too much."
Ethan's voice was calm, devoid of any ripples.
"It's time to put an end to the grudge between you and me!"
After the words fell, he walked forward step by step.
Thousand Faces stared at the figure approaching him, his pupils shrinking violently. Fear that he had not felt in countless years surged from the depths of his heart. He instinctively dragged his battered body backward, scraping along the stone floor, as if distance itself could delay death.
But the cave was small.
And Ethan was fast.
"Thousand Faces," Ethan said coldly, stopping in front of him.
"Back then, you ambushed me in secret and tried to kill me."
"Now, you must pay with your life."
He stretched out his palm.
Divine power surged, rolling out like an invisible tide, sealing the surrounding space inch by inch.
"You want to kill me?!" Thousand Faces roared, his eyes suddenly turning savage.
"It's not that easy!"
