The Earth Ancestral Demon possessed true regeneration.

Even if their body were smashed into minced flesh, even if their bones were ground into dust, as long as a trace of origin remained, they could regenerate anew.

But the Heavenly Demon Clan was different.

Their foundation lay not in rebirth, but in integrity.

Their bodies were forged to be complete—unbroken, undamaged. What they possessed was terrifying repair, not regeneration.

Once the core structure collapsed… death was final.

"I heard that the Heavenly Demon Clan and Blackspire Mountain possess astonishing self-healing abilities," Ethan said calmly, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield.

"Now that I see it… the rumors were not exaggerated."

A faint smile curved his lips.

Around Luca stood what remained of Blackspire Mountain's elites. Their auras were chaotic, their breathing uneven, their eyes filled with a mixture of vigilance and dread.

Ethan's gaze dropped briefly to the scattered bones on the ground.

So the others had already been devoured by the murderous tide.

"He's not dead!"

Roslyn's brows knitted tightly as she stared at Ethan. Her heart sank.

This man was wrong.

She could not see through his cultivation. She could not lock onto his aura. Even her demonic perception—proudly honed through countless life-and-death struggles—returned nothing but emptiness.

A powerful concealment method.

No wonder he had appeared without warning.

No wonder he had successfully wounded His Royal Highness, the Holy Son.

"No—how can he directly make contact with the murderous tide?!"

A voice rang out in disbelief.

At that moment, Ethan hovered calmly in midair.

No demonic energy surged.

No spiritual energy circulated.

And yet—

The raging crimson tide parted around him, unable to touch him even slightly.

Not a strand of hair stirred.

This scene struck everyone like a thunderbolt.

"…?" Luca stared, confusion flashing across his face before being replaced by cold suspicion.

"Why are you… not affected by the murderous tide?" Luca demanded.

"There is no need for Your Highness to care," Ethan replied indifferently.

"You should worry about yourself."

"Haha." Luca sneered, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"You used that kind of attack earlier. The consumption must be terrifying."

"You and I are both weakened. Don't pretend to be some invincible monster in front of me."

"Yeah?"

Ethan's reply was soft.

The next instant—

He vanished.

"No—retreat!"

Luca's pupils shrank violently. His instincts screamed danger.

He shouted and retreated without hesitation. "Everyone! I need time to stabilize my injuries! Block him for me!"

"Your Highness, heal in peace!"

"Leave him to us!"

A deep, brutal laugh rang out.

"I don't believe it. Five of us, all at the peak of the Ninth-Turn Mahayana—can't suppress one man?!"

The speaker stepped forward.

A towering figure from the Mad Demon Sect.

Muscles knotted like iron cables, veins bulging grotesquely beneath dark skin. His demonic aura exploded as he roared, arms spreading wide.

His body expanded violently.

Bones cracked. Flesh surged.

In a blink, he transformed into a ten-foot-tall troll, black demonic energy spiraling around his fists like coiling serpents.

"Die!"

The troll slammed his fists forward.

Bang—Bang—Bang!

The air detonated. Shockwaves rolled outward, tearing apart the red mist. Space itself trembled beneath the sheer brute force.

Ethan moved.

A streak of light sliced through the crimson haze.

Like a peregrine falcon diving at full speed, his figure was barely visible.

The massive fist swept past his face.

The wind pressure alone was enough to pulverize a Ninth-Turn Mahayana—yet it failed to even brush the hem of Ethan's robe.

Only a few strands of black hair fluttered.

Phew.

Golden energy surged.

A sharp arc flashed.

Stab!

Ethan's palm pierced straight into the troll's thick forearm like a divine blade.

The mad demon howled, eyes bloodshot, roaring in agony as he swung his arms wildly, muscles bulging as he tried to shake Ethan loose.

Useless.

Ethan's hand was buried firmly in his flesh.

Original Power erupted.

It invaded like a plague—shattering meridians, tearing muscles, annihilating internal structure from within.

Then Ethan moved.

His palm shifted.

Like a serrated saw, it ripped upward.

From forearm to shoulder—

A horrifying gash split open.

But that was only the beginning.

Ethan did not withdraw.

He accelerated.

Circling the mad demon at impossible speed, his palm remained inside the body, carving, shredding, destroying.

Black-green blood sprayed violently.

Screams echoed without end.

Swish—Swish—Swish!

Dozens of strikes landed in a breath.

Then Ethan appeared behind him.

A single kick to the spine.

At the same moment, he tore his hand free.

The mad demon froze.

Silence.

Then—

His enormous body collapsed.

Muscles unraveled, peeling away like strips of flesh from a butchered beast.

Blood bloomed midair, thick and viscous, resembling grotesque blue roses.

The mad demon's pupils trembled.

His organs had already been pulverized.

He fell into the murderous tide and was swallowed instantly.

In the blink of an eye, only white bones remained, crashing onto the ground below.

A single exchange.

One breath.

The Sect Master of the Mad Demon Sect, peak Intermediate Supreme...

Dead.

Ethan did not pause.

Golden light flashed in his eyes as he charged forward again.

The faint smile on his lips was calm. Indifferent.

Roslyn's scalp went numb.

This was no human.

This was death given form.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

Roslyn roared.

The remaining elites closed ranks instinctively, shielding Luca as they retreated madly.

Behind them was the boundary of the Heavenly Net Demonic Pearl.

One more step—

And the murderous tide would swallow them whole.

"So fast…!"

"Damn it!"

A slender figure stepped forward, skin etched with glowing blue demonic patterns.

His eyes were sharp. His wings trembled slightly behind his back.

"Heavens!!"

He spoke.

This man was Milo.

A high-ranking figure of the Winged Demon Sect.

A true pillar.

His aura surged violently, pressing down like a collapsing sky.

His true realm is the peak stage of the Intermediate Supreme one step away from entering the upper supreme realm, one of the top combat powers of the Winged Demon Sect.

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