The air surrounding the four combatants collapsed under pressure. The three generals of the Divine Wind Empire unleashed the full measure of their power, deploying their Spiritual Transcendence Realm domains to coat the sky in a storm of energy, wind gusts, and mountain-shattering strikes.
Facing them, Ethan stood at a severe realm disadvantage. The gap between their cultivation tiers was abyssal; the pressure emanating from the three generals would have shattered the bones of any ordinary cultivator before they could draw a blade. Yet Ethan relied neither on the Orb of Death, nor summoned additional undead, nor tapped into the system's abyssal abilities. Holding the Black Chaos Sword with both hands, he closed his eyes for a second, locking his consciousness onto the core of his martial path: his Sword Heart.
CLANG!
