Ethan's last word fell like ice.
The moment it left his lips, a cold, ruthless killing intent slowly rose, spreading through the scorched valley like an invisible tide. Even the lingering flames seemed to dim slightly under that pressure.
"Haha, what a shameless statement!"
Kaela laughed hoarsely, blood still staining the corner of her mouth. Her hair was disheveled, her aura unstable, but her eyes were sharp.
"You've fought nonstop, burned secret techniques, and forced out one terrifying move after another. Your physical strength has long been exhausted."
"Ethan," she sneered, "you're already at the end of your strength. Tell me—am I wrong?"
Though she was seriously injured, Kaela still retained forty to fifty percent of her combat power. Given a short rest and a few pills, she could recover enough to fight again.
At that point, joining forces to suppress a spent Ethan would be easy.
"That's right," Kairon said calmly, his voice steady despite his pale face.
