"It is said that she is a mutated Golden Phoenix. Her color and natal flame are both black!"
"What's more, she possesses the clan inheritance. There's a high probability that the roe deer won't be her opponent."
A demon with folded arms spoke coldly, clearly not optimistic about Ethan.
In the center of the battlefield, Ethan lifted his gaze to Lunara and said calmly, "Your Majesty the Saintess, if you want to capture me, I'm afraid you're still not capable."
"Shameless talk!"
Lunara's eyes flashed with fury.
"I want to see who gave you the confidence!"
Her voice had not yet fallen when her figure turned into a streak of black flame.
Bang
A thunderous explosion echoed through the sky.
Her speed was terrifying—so fast that the air itself was compressed into violent sonic booms. Wherever Lunara passed, space cracked like shattered glass, leaving behind jagged rifts that took several breaths to mend.
"Enough nonsense, Aether!"
