God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 609

With all kinds of secret techniques, hidden cards, and formation damage already laid out, there was no problem trapping—let alone killing—these people.

This was not a gamble.

"Young brat of the human race, I won’t embarrass you."

Sylren laughed loudly, golden flames flickering between his brows, his tone filled with cruel amusement.

"Just commit suicide and leave cleanly. If we have to take action ourselves, it won’t be so simple."

"You won’t be able to live."

"And you won’t be able to die either."

Sorrel slowly raised his head, the corners of his mouth curling into a sinister arc. His sharp claws extended, cold light flickering at their tips, carrying a chilling killing intent.

"I will let you personally experience the methods of my demon clan."

"Enough nonsense."

Ethan chuckled softly, his voice calm and unhurried.

"The hibiscus fruits are right here. If you want them—come and take them."

As his sleeve flicked, streams of emerald light appeared in midair.

Eight hibiscus fruits.

Each one radiated majestic vitality, their green glow intertwining like living flames, the breath of life rolling outward in waves.

The moment the hibiscus fruits appeared, Ember, Sylren, and the others all felt their breathing quicken.

Greed surged uncontrollably in their eyes.

Their throats moved unconsciously.

Then—

Ethan’s expression did not change.

With a mere thought, the hibiscus fruits vanished, returning to his storage.

The valley fell silent for a breath.

"Everyone!"

Sylren forcibly suppressed the greed in his heart and roared.

"All the hibiscus fruits are in this man’s hands—kill him!"

"Move!"

Ember’s patience had already run out.

A red-gold flame sword appeared in her hand. She raised it high and slashed downward.

The order was given.

In an instant, several figures turned into streaks of light, tearing through the air as they charged at Ethan from all directions.

Killing intent surged like a tide.

The corners of Ethan’s mouth lifted slightly.

A faint smile appeared.

It was time.

He glanced at Lunara in the distance.

Their eyes met for an instant.

Lunara gave a nearly imperceptible nod.

Ethan slowly closed his eyes.

His breath withdrew completely, as if he had truly given up resistance.

"Hahaha!"

Sorrel laughed coldly when he saw this.

"Did you finally realize you’re going to die, so you stopped struggling?"

But—

Just as they closed to within ten feet of Ethan—

A terrifying aura slowly rose.

It was heavy.

Violent.

Ancient.

Like a ferocious beast that had slept for countless years, suddenly opening its eyes.

Boom!

The moment Ethan opened his eyes, his momentum exploded outward.

Invisible air waves rolled out like a tsunami, slamming into everyone’s faces like blades.

The charging figures were forcibly halted.

They crossed their arms to block instinctively, their hair and robes whipping wildly as if caught in a storm.

"What?!"

Sorrel’s pupils shrank violently.

"Wasn’t he injured?!"

"Why is his aura stronger than before?!"

Through the gaps between his arms, he saw Ethan clearly.

Black lines crawled up Ethan’s neck, spreading across half his face like living inscriptions.

His hair danced wildly in the air.

Gray-blue light filled his pupils, cold and boundless.

The aura around him was vast, domineering, and murderous.

Like a sovereign who had stepped out from a battlefield soaked in blood.

"This aura..."

Eryon’s expression changed slightly.

"There’s something wrong. He was hiding his strength?"

"No."

Sorrel quickly saw the clue and shouted.

"It’s a secret method!"

"A secret method that forcibly boosts strength!"

"What kind of secret method can do this?!"

Eryon’s gaze sharpened.

"Under these conditions, to still raise his power to such a degree—this is absolutely not an ordinary technique!"

"Enough."

Sorrel’s eyes flashed with killing intent.

"No matter what secret method he uses, as long as we take him down, everything he has will belong to us!"

"Kill him together!"

He suddenly spread his arms and let out a furious roar.

In an instant, sword-like demonic energy burst out from his body.

A thick green halo enveloped him.

Crackling arcs of electricity leapt across his skin.

Behind him, a three-meter-tall shadow appeared—vague at first, then rapidly solidifying.

Wind Sable.

Sorrel’s true form phantom.

The shadow condensed further, transforming directly into a spirit body.

Ji—!

A sharp, piercing sound echoed through the valley, like boiling water suddenly erupting.

It was the unique cry of the Wind Sable—harsh, penetrating, directly attacking the sea of consciousness and the soul.

A sonic mental attack.

Against cultivators weaker than himself, it was devastating.

But—

Ethan had long been prepared.

As the sound wave struck, two rings of light appeared around him.

The inner ring glowed gold.

The outer ring shimmered gray-blue.

They swayed gently like burning flames.

Golden arcs and gray-blue lightning surged wildly, crackling as they intertwined.

When the sound wave entered within one foot of Ethan’s body, it shattered instantly, scattered by the violent arcs.

Sorrel didn’t mind.

He hadn’t expected it to work.

It was merely a test.

At the same time, the two elderly figures behind him also released their auras.

Terrifying pressure descended.

Their demonic energy was even stronger than Sorrel’s.

Behind them, the shadow of the Wind Sable appeared as well—ancient, heavy, and filled with deathly intent.

Eryon let out a cold shout.

White light surged around his body as demonic energy soared skyward.

A massive white tiger spirit body rapidly condensed behind him, its roar shaking the air.

He extended his palm, shielding the handsome youth behind him.

"Seris, you don’t need to act."

He turned slightly and said calmly.

"Mr. Kairon, protect Seris."

"Ethan will be dealt with by us."

"You only need to ensure he doesn’t escape."

Seris frowned faintly.

He had long wanted to test his strength.

But since his brother spoke, he did not argue.

His interest dimmed slightly.

"Alright, brother."

"You must be careful."

"If you need help, call me."

Eryon nodded confidently.

"Don’t worry."

"No matter how strong Ethan is, facing so many of us—he has no chance."

On the other side, the two Three-Legged Golden Crows also erupted with power.

Golden flames surged across their wings as they flapped them open.

Fiery demonic energy swept through the valley, the temperature rising sharply in an instant.

So many terrifying powers erupted at once.

The entire valley trembled.

Space itself twisted and distorted.

But this distortion—

Was not caused by the Golden Crow flames.

It was because Ethan’s Pure Azure Flame had already been pushed to its absolute limit.

Reaching an extremely terrifying level.