"No!"
Malzorath roared, fury and panic twisting together.
"This is impossible! This is a high-tier Plane World—its power is endless. How could it be controlled by a human from so low-tier Plane World like you?!"
He struggled like a madman. The blood-red core in his chest flashed nonstop, and Baldoran Riftforce clawed at the restraints, trying to tear open a way out.
But Ethan had the weight of all Elysion pressing down. Malzorath’s thrashing only made the surrounding裂 fissures flare brighter—he couldn’t actually break free.
Ethan didn’t answer.
He simply kept pushing his power down.
A rapid series of crackling snaps rang out—bones breaking one after another—mixed with the wet, ugly sounds of flesh being crushed, twisted, and torn.
Malzorath’s huge body kept shrinking under the pressure. His shoulders caved. His arms warped at unnatural angles. The blood-red gem in his chest pulsed bright, then dim, like it was about to give out at any second.
"In my eyes," Ethan said coldly, "you’re nothing but an unevolved savage beast."
The killing intent pouring off him fully ignited.
"What right do you have to act wild in front of ?"
He didn’t drop the final blow yet.
He waited.
When Malzorath hit the limit—compressed to the edge of collapse—he finally erupted with a force unlike anything before.
The unknown core gemstone in his chest flared violently. Blood-red light spiked to its absolute peak in 0.3 seconds, beginning the next charge-conversion cycle.
Ethan’s eyes sharpened.
"Now!"
He barked the word, and every bit of power in his body slamd down like a falling sky, drilling straight into that single opening on Malzorath’s chest.
Transparent lightning and Primordial Force pierced in around the blood-red core in the sa instant. The defense there had just entered its thinnest mont—no energy fluctuation, no shield rebound, no Baldoran Riftforce in the way.
The next second—
tyrannical power detonated inside Malzorath.
BOOM!
His body exploded into shredded at.
Flesh, bone, scales, and leftover energy blasted outward across the high air—then Ethan’s transparent lightning tore through again, ripping it into even smaller pieces.
Ethan didn’t relax.
He flashed forward, plunging straight into the explosion’s aftershock. He lifted a hand and grabbed at empty space like he was snatching sothing off the wind.
He tore a clump of soul-stuff out of the broken energy.
Malzorath’s soul.
It trembled violently in Ethan’s grip. The arrogance was gone—wiped clean. His voice shook with fear.
"What do you want?"
"You already destroyed my body—are you still not going to let go?"
"In our civilization, harming souls isn’t allowed—"
Before he could finish, transparent lightning erupted in Ethan’s palm.
The soul twisted violently, trying to slip free, but the clear thunder had already threaded itself along its outline, layer by layer, drilling inward.
A heartbeat later, the soul was split from the inside.
The scattered points of light didn’t even have ti to drift before a second surge of current ground them down into nothing.
"Your civilization’s rules," Ethan said, icy and blunt, "don’t an shit to ."
He tossed the words aside and lifted his gaze toward the distant battlefield.
The war between heaven and earth had already turned into a deadlock.
The enemy force was terrifying.
Their ships kept vomiting out dinsional beams, and complex energy runes floated around their hulls like moving seals. On the ground and in the sky, plenty of beings above Tier 35 were also in the fight.
Right now, Erald Castle was still holding them off by brute force—Powered Combat Armor, Sky Fortresses, and every piece of gear they had pushing them into a rough balance.
But it wasn’t a stable balance.
Equipnt wore down.
Shields shattered.
Energy cores got dragged to the brink by continuous combat.
If this fight dragged on much longer, Erald Castle would start slipping—and once they slipped, they’d fall fast.
Ethan swept his gaze across the battlefield, and the power inside him rolled in response.
He lifted a hand.
Elysion’s remaining Primordial Force and The Infernal Abyss’s lightning surged toward him at the sa ti, condensing between heaven and earth into a gigantic sphere of energy.
The instant it took shape, the surrounding space started collapsing inward.
Ethan didn’t hesitate. He hurled it straight into the enemy’s lines.
BOOM!
The mont the sphere hit, Infernal Abyss lightning and this world’s origin might detonated together.
Transparent arcs tore outward from the center, shredding the air like blades. Primordial Force followed like an invisible tsunami slamming down, grinding everything inside the radius into dust.
A chunk of the enemy formation vanished on the spot.
Ship wreckage, soldiers’ bodies, shattered shield fragnts, dinsional energy—everything was swallowed. Even the air near the blast center disappeared for a heartbeat, leaving behind a hollow, dead-silent void like soone had punched a hole through the world.
When Erald Castle saw it, morale spiked hard.
Several squads that had been getting pressed back erupted at the sa ti. The energy cores on their Powered Combat Armor flared again. Sky Fortress gunports realigned. Andona, Kaelira, Elowen—everyone’s attacks turned vicious, like they’d all found a second wind.
It was like Ethan’s single strike lit a fuse.
They dumped every last reserve into the charge.
The enemy started to panic.
And when they confird the Void Tyrant had been killed, that fear spread like wildfire.
The front ranks still tried to hold the line, but the back ranks were already throwing down weapons, tearing open tunnels in the void as they tried to run.
Their escape routes barely opened before Ethan sealed them.
Transparent lightning flashed along the spatial裂 rifts. The edges of the tunnels imdiately buckled and collapsed shut. The ones trying to flee slamd into closed void—then got cut down by Erald Castle warriors who were already on their heels.
The battle tilted fast, turning into a rout.
Enemy corpses piled higher and higher. Wrecked ships fell in burning pieces. The ground vanished under blood, tal shrapnel, and energy ash.
Watching it, Ethan finally allowed a sliver of satisfaction into his eyes.
He was about to give the order to finish them.
Then—
From within the enemy’s main battleship, a golden figure rose slowly into the air, hovering between heaven and earth.
The mont it appeared, it was like the battlefield got muted—sound pressed down under an unseen weight. Golden light poured off the figure. It wasn’t ordinary holy radiance, and it wasn’t dinsional energy either.
It was heavier than both. Denser. The kind of pressure that made your bones want to bow.
It looked down over the battlefield, its voice cold as it spread across the sky.
"I truly didn’t expect soone to take control of this world’s Primordial Force."
Its gaze fixed on Ethan.
"But do you really think killing that piece of trash ans you can defeat us?"
As the words fell, the golden figure lifted a hand.
In its palm, a gigantic energy spear condensed in an instant.
The spear was pure gold, dense light-patterns crawling over its surface. When the tip ford, even the Primordial Force high in the sky was forced to split and recoil to either side.
The next second, it threw the spear downward with savage force.
The golden spear pierced the sky, shooting straight for Ethan.
Ethan’s pupils shrank.
The power packed inside that spear was stronger than Elysion’s origin energy itself.
This wasn’t just an attack—
it carried a higher-level suppression. Space tore open ahead of it like it was welcoming the strike, and even Primordial Force couldn’t fully stop it.
Ethan didn’t dare slack for even a fraction of a second. He instantly pulled surrounding Primordial Force together, condensing a thick energy barrier in front of him.
At the sa ti, transparent lightning from The Infernal Abyss layered over it, forming a second wall of defense.
The barrier had only just finished forming when the golden spear slamd down.
BOOM!
The instant the spearhead struck the shield, the entire heaven and earth shuddered with it.
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