God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 613

"Even I can’t face such means."

Alina was genuinely shaken.

The strength Ethan had revealed had already far surpassed her own. It was not a fleeting burst, nor reckless brute force, but a calm, oppressive power built upon terrifying foundations.

After leaving the Training Trial Secret Realm... how far will this Ethan really go?

Alina’s brows furrowed slightly.

It definitely was not the Ultimate Supreme. That realm was absolutely forbidden from entering the Training Trial Secret Realm—any such existence would be stopped by the rules before stepping inside.

"Then... is it because of physical cultivation?" she guessed silently.

Only an ancient, complete body-refining path could explain such overwhelming combat power under suppression.

No matter how she analyzed it, one thing was clear.

At this moment, Ethan held the absolute advantage.

Her two hibiscus fruits were already secured.

Not far away, Verelia stood frozen, staring at the raging flames in the distance. Her face was pale, her pupils trembling violently.

"How is this possible...?"

"Why does a mere human possess such terrifying combat power?"

"This is impossible... impossible!"

She clenched her fists until blood seeped from her palms, her gaze locked onto the heart of the firestorm. In her heart, she could only pray.

Brother... you must hold on.

Above the valley, the fierce battles paused briefly.

Demons and the three-legged golden crows all turned to look toward the same place.

The silent, annihilating power of the flames left everyone stunned.

No sound.

No explosion.

Only the violent trembling of space itself testified to the devastation.

Among them, Veyr’s expression was the ugliest.

He stared at Ethan with bloodshot eyes, veins bulging on his forehead, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

"What exactly is the origin of this Ethan?"

His gaze shifted to the side, toward Alina.

Her long golden hair fluttered gently in the residual heat, and her eyes were fixed on Ethan, carrying a faint, undisguised admiration.

That single scene ignited uncontrollable rage in Veyr’s heart.

His fists clenched harder, hatred boiling over.

"Ethan! What’s the point of showing off inside the Training Trial Secret Realm?"

"When you leave this place, I’ll make sure you die without a burial!"

"If you dare steal a woman from me, you deserve to die!"

At the center of the battlefield, Ethan exhaled slowly.

The prolonged fighting had indeed consumed a portion of his strength.

Taking advantage of the lull, he casually pulled out a bottle of lemon tea, twisted it open, and drank it in one gulp.

Cool liquid flowed down his throat.

Vitality surged through his limbs as part of his depleted stamina recovered instantly.

"What a wonderful taste."

Ethan smacked his lips lightly. It had been far too long since he had tasted something from his previous life. The familiarity brought a fleeting sense of comfort.

Lunara watched from the side, confusion evident in her eyes.

"What... is that?"

Ethan tossed another bottle toward her.

"Drink it. It’ll restore your strength."

Lunara caught it instinctively.

The container was strange—smooth, transparent, unlike any material she had ever seen. Inside sloshed a brownish-yellow liquid.

She hesitated briefly, then opened it and took a sip.

Then another.

A unique, refreshing taste spread across her tongue.

Immediately, warmth surged through her meridians, spreading to every corner of her body. Her exhausted limbs relaxed, and her breathing steadied.

In barely a dozen breaths, most of her lost physical strength had recovered.

Lunara’s pupils shrank sharply.

"What kind of spiritual fluid is this...?"

Such recovery speed was utterly inconceivable.

Meanwhile, the Heaven-Burning Ten Thousand Fire Formation continued to operate.

Flames surged endlessly, rolling like vast waves, sealing the space completely.

Ethan stood calmly at the core of the formation, stabilizing it with meticulous control, steadily pushing its power to the limit.

This time, even if Ember and the others were not killed, they would still lose their combat ability.

As he focused, a faint chill crept up Ethan’s spine.

He turned his head slightly and looked upward.

In the distance, Veyr was staring at him.

Their gazes met.

For a brief moment, the air seemed to freeze.

"The descendant of the Azure Dragon clan from White Emperor City..."

"And those eyes... full of malice."

Ethan sneered faintly and looked away.

I’ll remember you.

He shifted his attention back to the center of the formation.

Inside, explosions erupted again and again.

Strangely, there was no sound—only violent spatial tremors that made the entire valley shudder.

After a long while, the flames finally began to subside.

Hundreds of golden chains suspended in the air trembled slightly, releasing crisp metallic sounds.

When the fire completely dissipated, the scene inside the Heaven-Burning Ten Thousand Fire Formation was revealed.

Lunara’s breath caught.

The golden chains were completely unscathed.

Not a single crack.

Not even a trace of melting.

Such a terrifying flame assault had failed to damage them in the slightest.

At a glance, it was obvious—these chains were not spiritual weapons.

They were condensed manifestations of an ancient, mysterious force, far beyond ordinary techniques.

"What level of secret inheritance technique is this...?" Lunara sighed inwardly.

Trapped by such chains, escape was nearly impossible.

Every dozen chains intertwined, forming cages that restrained individual demons.

Her Crazy Flame Heavenly Prison, by comparison, had already been shattered by the indiscriminate power of the flames.

Inside the cages, the scene was pitiful.

Sylren, Ember, and the others were battered and broken.

Though none had died, most had lost their combat effectiveness.

Sorrel and Eryon—once arrogant and domineering—were now barely recognizable.

Their bodies were scorched black, blood seeping from cracked skin mixed with charred flesh.

"Cough... cough..."

Sorrel coughed violently, blood staining his lips as smoke escaped from his mouth and nose.

His breathing was ragged.

Demonic energy surged chaotically within him, blood boiling painfully through his veins.

"Heavens... what kind of attack was that? A divine-level spiritual technique?" he muttered hoarsely.

"And this damned chain—why can’t it be broken?!"

Roaring in frustration, Sorrel slashed wildly with his claws.

Clang!

A crisp metallic sound rang out.

The golden chain merely swayed slightly, its surface rippling faintly before returning to stillness.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Again and again, he struck.

Nothing changed.

Suddenly, his blood surged backward.

Puff!

A mouthful of dark blood sprayed out as he dropped to one knee.

"Damn it... what in the world is this chain?!"

"Young master, calm down and take the elixir first," one of the Wind Sable elders said weakly.

Sorrel took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his rage, stuffed several pills into his mouth, and activated his demonic energy to absorb their effects.

The two Wind Sable elders beside him were in even worse condition—one gravely injured, the other on the verge of death. They had essentially lost all fighting capability.

"Young master, please recover your injuries quickly."

"Ethan has used so many powerful moves that it must have consumed a lot of energy."