"We have resisted his most deadly attack. Now, it's time for us to fight back!"
The Wind Sable clan elder who was only seriously injured forced himself upright, his hoarse voice filled with barely restrained ferocity.
Around him, the aftermath of destruction still lingered. The scorching heat had not yet completely dissipated, and the air was thick with burnt demonic energy and the stench of scorched flesh.
Eryon had already swallowed several pills and was circulating his demonic energy to repair his injuries. His complexion was dark, his breathing uneven, and his gaze fixed firmly on Ethan in the distance.
This human… had unleashed one terrifying method after another without pause.
If they had not each possessed life-saving trump cards, they would have been completely wiped out just now.
"Ethan…" Eryon muttered, his expression as gloomy as storm clouds.
Beside him, within the cage formed by the golden chains, stood Kairon and Seris.
