"I didn’t think you’d actually have this kind of power... damn it!" Vorath snarled, his teeth clenched tight. But behind the fury in his eyes, a flicker of cunning and malice surfaced. His voice turned cold, sharp as a blade. "To reach Tier 16 SSS in such a short ti... you’re hiding sothing, aren’t you? Let guess—did you absorb the power of the Adamant Dragons?"
He deliberately raised his voice as he said it, making sure every nearby Adamant Dragon could hear.
"What?!"
"He absorbed our kin’s power?! That bastard! Kill him!"
The mont the words hit their ears, the surrounding Adamant Dragons erupted in rage, their fury boiling over. Power surged from their bodies as they charged at Ethan like a tidal wave.
They were already under Vorath’s corrupt influence—now, with his lies fueling their anger, they didn’t even stop to think. Whatever he said, they believed.
"Tch. Cheap tricks," Ethan sneered, eyes narrowing.
Then he moved.
BOOM!
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE!
He unleashed his full power in an instant. The energy of the forr Adamant Dragon Sovereign surged from within him, flooding the battlefield.
The mont the Adamant Dragons felt that familiar, ancient aura—they froze.
Then, one by one, they dropped to a knee.
They bowed.
They submitted.
"What... what the hell? That’s... that’s the old bastard’s power?!" Vorath’s eyes widened in disbelief, his face twisting in shock.
Ethan exhaled slowly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. So the old Sovereign’s power still held sway over them. Good. That might just turn the tide.
But then—
The air trembled.
Reality itself seed to ripple.
From the depths of the void, a massive figure began to erge, as if being dragged out of the shadows of the abyss.
The current Adamant Dragon Sovereign.
His body radiated a twisted, unnatural glow. The once-pure golden aura of the Adamant Dragons had been corrupted—tainted by black, writhing Skyfiend energy. It clung to him like a diseased mist, forming a sickly black-gold fla that pulsed with malevolence.
Every pulse of his power sent sharp, shrieking cracks through the air. Even the void around him warped and burned.
Ethan’s eyes narrowed sharply. That was Adamant Dragon energy, no doubt—but it was laced with Skyfiend corruption, like venom injected straight into the bloodline.
"What the hell is that? A mutated abomination?" Ethan muttered, his expression darkening.
Then, without warning, the corrupted Sovereign’s blood-red eyes locked onto him. There was no reason left in them—only madness.
"You filthy invader!" the Sovereign roared, voice distorted and monstrous. "You dare challenge the Adamant Dragon clan?! You’ll die here! I’ll tear you apart!"
BOOM!
RUMBLE!
RUMBLE!
RUMBLE!
A monstrous wave of power exploded from the Sovereign’s body, crashing down toward Ethan like a collapsing mountain.
"Father!"
SWOOSH!
Before the attack could land, Idra appeared in a flash of light. Her Dragon God energy surged outward, colliding head-on with the Sovereign’s corrupted force.
CRACK!
BOOOOOOM!
The impact detonated like a bomb, sending shockwaves ripping through the battlefield.
Even though Idra’s Tier wasn’t as high as the corrupted Sovereign’s, the sheer force of her Dragon God power was enough to hold him back—at least for a while.
And that was all Ethan needed.
The mont he saw her holding the line, his eyes lit up with determination. Without hesitation, he turned and launched himself straight at Vorath once more.
"Die, you treacherous bastard!"
BOOOOM!
Ethan took a deep breath, channeling every ounce of power into his hands. Energy surged and crackled between them, forming a massive sphere that pulsed with terrifying intensity.
THOOM!
As the energy radiated outward, Vorath’s expression twisted. For the first ti, real fear flickered in his eyes.
"No... no way! How is your power this strong?! You—what did you—?!"
But Ethan didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. He just moved—fast and lethal.
The sphere detonated forward, a wave of destruction roaring in its wake.
CRACK!
Vorath had no choice. He unleashed everything he had, his body glowing with dark, corrupted energy as he t Ethan’s attack head-on.
The collision was cataclysmic.
The shockwave tore through the Adamant Dragon Plane World, shaking it to its very core. The sky cracked. The ground split. The entire realm groaned under the weight of their clash.
And then—
The corrupted Adamant Dragons surged again, their bodies wrapped in black-gold mist, eyes glowing blood-red. They charged at Ethan, clearly under Vorath’s control, ready to overwhelm him.
"Hahahaha! You see now?" Vorath laughed, confidence returning to his voice. "This is my true power! You think you can take on alone? I control them all! Your enemy isn’t just —it’s every last one of them! Co on, show what you’ve got!"
Ethan didn’t flinch.
"Oh yeah? Then let’s see if you can handle this."
With a roar, he summoned a weapon into his hand—a gleaming, terrifying spear: the Dragonfang Spear.
It radiated raw, destructive power. The air around it shimred and cracked, unable to contain the energy it unleashed.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!
BOOOOOOM!
Vorath’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. His heart dropped.
He’d never seen anything like this.
Ethan’s body surged with chaotic, overwhelming power—lightning tore through the sky, fire blazed like a living inferno, and dark, cursed energy slithered around him like a nest of vipers.
Each force alone could level a city.
Together?
They made Ethan look like a walking apocalypse.
Vorath’s blood ran cold. He knew—if that spear hit him, he was finished.
"Shit!" he snarled, pouring every ounce of his corrupted energy into his palms. A pitch-black sphere ford, dense and heavy like a piece of the void itself.
He hurled it forward, creating a massive shockwave to push Ethan back.
But it wasn’t a counterattack.
It was a distraction.
The mont the sphere left his hands, Vorath turned and bolted, his body flickering like a shadow, trying to escape.
"You think you can run?" Ethan growled, eyes locked on him. "Not a chance."
With the Dragonfang Spear in hand, he shot forward like a cot.
The power radiating from the spear twisted the space around him, sealing off Vorath’s escape route before he could even blink.
"No—!"
Vorath’s scream echoed through the void as he desperately summoned layer after layer of blood-red shields, trying to block the inevitable.
But it was too late.
The Dragonfang Spear exploded with power.
Hundreds of energy streams burst forth—lightning ripped the sky apart, fire ignited the air itself, and the cursed darkness slithered into every crack of Vorath’s defenses.
His shields shattered like glass.
And then—
Ethan drove the spear down.
BOOOOOOM!
The impact was deafening. The mont the spear struck, a blinding explosion erupted, engulfing everything in white-hot light.
The shockwave tore through the battlefield, ripping the sky open. Space itself fractured, forming jagged rifts and swirling vortexes.
Vorath’s body was caught in the blast.
He didn’t just die—he was annihilated.
His flesh was vaporized, his bones turned to ash, and even his soul was shredded by the cursed energy, torn into a thousand pieces and scattered into nothingness.
Even the surrounding space was left in ruins, riddled with cracks and swirling voids.
Buzz...
Buzz...
Buzz...
The world trembled in the aftermath.
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