"Haha, you have such petty tricks, yet you dare use them in front of . You really think too highly of yourself."
Ember looked down at Ethan from above, her gaze sharp and cold, the corners of her lips curved in an unmistakable sneer.
"It’s just a hibiscus fruit. You want to use it to make us fight to the death?"
"You’re simply daydreaming."
"That’s right."
Sylren folded his arms, golden flas faintly flickering along his shoulders as he looked at Ethan with a mocking smile.
"Wouldn’t it be much easier for us to join hands, capture you first, and then divide everything you obtained?"
As he spoke, he waved his hand casually.
The two Three-Legged Golden Crows moved in silence, appearing behind Ethan like shadows, sealing off his retreat.
At the sa ti, Ember lifted her hand slightly.
Eryon and the elites of the Palace of the Four Cycles imdiately dispersed, their figures flickering as they ford a tight encirclent around Ethan.
Layers upon layers.
Not a single gap remained.
In the distance, Alina’s brows knitted tightly together when she saw this scene.
Just when Ethan was about to secure the final hibiscus fruit, the people of Blue-Wave City had arrived.
"It still took too long..."
She let out a soft sigh.
The situation had beco far more complicated than before.
Alina recognized every one of these people.
They were all elites of the Palace of the Four Cycles.
Among them, Lunara and Ember were the most terrifying—true monsters among monsters. In terms of talent, they were not much inferior to herself. In terms of actual combat, they were only slightly weaker.
More importantly, they were not alone.
Dozens of experts followed them, including many figures whose auras were heavy, old, and ominous.
So of these people gave off a particularly strange feeling.
Especially the handso young man of the White Tiger clan—and the old man standing quietly behind him.
Eryon was already famous as a genius of the White Tiger clan.
But rumors spoke of an even more terrifying younger brother.
That must be him.
"Seris..."
Alina softly spoke the na.
As a direct disciple of the White Emperor, her knowledge far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators.
She naturally understood what kind of background the White Tiger clan had.
Yet even she could not see through Seris.
A faint ntal barrier surrounded his body—clearly the effect of a powerful spiritual weapon, isolating him completely from external perception.
The white-bearded old man behind him was even more unsettling.
Alina could not sense his cultivation at all.
The aura on his body felt decayed, stagnant, as though half his body had already stepped into the grave.
Not only him.
The sa aura appeared on an old man from the Golden Palace, and another from the Wind Palace.
"How many people whose lifespan is nearly exhausted did the Palace of the Four Cycles send this ti..."
Alina could only arrive at this conclusion.
These were people with nothing left to lose.
Living sacrifices.
At any mont, they could burn everything they had to escort the younger generation out alive.
"You dare get distracted while fighting ?!"
Verelia’s cold snort shattered Alina’s thoughts.
A blazing palm descended from above, red-gold flas rolling like a tide, swallowing Alina whole.
The flas condensed, forming a massive fireball that trapped her within.
For several breaths, the fireball burned violently.
Then—
Cracks appeared.
White light burst out from within, piercing through the flas like sharp blades.
In the blink of an eye, the fireball collapsed.
Alina’s figure reappeared, her robes fluttering, aura steady.
Not a single wound marked her body.
Verelia’s eyes narrowed.
"You really are strong. Even with your realm suppressed, you can still unleash such power."
"The White March bloodline truly lives up to its na."
She smiled slowly, confidence seeping back into her expression.
"But I don’t need to defeat you."
"My Three-Legged Golden Crows have already joined forces with the Golden Phoenix, the White Tiger, and the others."
"No matter how fast Ethan is, he cannot escape the combined hands of dozens of experts."
"In less than a quarter of an hour, my brother will capture him alive."
"And when that happens... you will not escape either."
Alina’s expression darkened.
The situation was dire.
She needed to find a way to help Ethan escape.
But she couldn’t.
She, Veyr, and the others were all firmly pinned down by the remaining Three-Legged Golden Crows.
They had no spare strength.
"Junior Sister."
Veyr’s voice sounded again through voice transmission.
"The Palace of the Four Cycles has arrived. Why are they cooperating with the Three-Legged Golden Crows?"
"We can’t control who they cooperate with," Alina replied coldly.
"What matters now is helping Ethan escape."
"As long as he leaves with the hibiscus fruit, everything else becos irrelevant."
Veyr hesitated.
Then he said, "Why not cooperate with them?"
"Three parties. Nine hibiscus fruits. Divide them equally."
"Wouldn’t that be simpler?"
Alina’s gaze turned icy.
"I already gave my word to Ethan."
"Are you telling to break my promise?"
Veyr frowned. "This is the Training Trial Secret Realm. If soone dies here, there is no proof."
"Presumptuous!"
Alina’s anger flared.
"Don’t bring this up again."
"If you do, I will personally report this to Master."
Veyr fell silent.
His fists clenched so hard they trembled.
He looked toward Ethan’s position, his expression dark.
"The Palace of the Four Cycles is no joke."
"With so many people joining forces against you..."
"You are dead for sure."
In his eyes, this outco was already decided.
Even if he and Alina joined forces, they would not dare face such a lineup head-on.
Ethan could not escape.
...
At the center of the encirclent, Ethan slowly swept his gaze across the surroundings.
Palace of the Four Cycles.
Three-Legged Golden Crows.
Just as he had anticipated.
After exhausting each other, they had finally chosen to join hands against him.
A rational choice.
But—
Too late.
During his earlier clash with Lunara, when everyone’s attention was focused on their exchange—
He had already acted.
Invisible threads of power crisscrossed the space around him.
Hidden patterns lay dormant beneath the air itself.
Ethan raised his head slightly, the corners of his lips lifting into a faint, cold smile.
Just now—
He had quietly completed the final step.
The mont he stopped moving—
The killing net was already closed.
Heaven-Burning Ten Thousand Fire Formation, the top tier holy grade formation.
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