God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 614

"We have resisted his most deadly attack. Now, it’s time for us to fight back!"

The Wind Sable clan elder who was only seriously injured forced himself upright, his hoarse voice filled with barely restrained ferocity.

Around him, the aftermath of destruction still lingered. The scorching heat had not yet completely dissipated, and the air was thick with burnt demonic energy and the stench of scorched flesh.

Eryon had already swallowed several pills and was circulating his demonic energy to repair his injuries. His complexion was dark, his breathing uneven, and his gaze fixed firmly on Ethan in the distance.

This human... had unleashed one terrifying method after another without pause.

If they had not each possessed life-saving trump cards, they would have been completely wiped out just now.

"Ethan..." Eryon muttered, his expression as gloomy as storm clouds.

Beside him, within the cage formed by the golden chains, stood Kairon and Seris.

Seris appeared relatively intact—his injuries were not serious—but half his face was blackened, his hair disheveled, and his clothes torn apart. The reason was simple.

Kairon had taken the brunt of everything for him.

The white-bearded old man spat out a mouthful of thick blood. The crimson liquid dyed his beard red, making his already aged appearance even more miserable.

"This human brat has mastered far too many powerful techniques and secret methods," Kairon said, gasping.

"His background must be extraordinary."

"Such a person shouldn’t be unknown."

"Mr. Kairon, are you all right?" Seris asked quietly.

"I won’t die yet," Kairon replied, forcing a smile.

"An old bone like me isn’t so easy to break."

He quickly stuffed several pills into his mouth and began to refine their medicinal power, stabilizing his breath with great difficulty.

"Mr. Kairon, you didn’t need to protect me just now," Seris said coldly.

"Even if his attack was strong, I could have blocked it myself."

"You are the future of the White Tiger clan," Eryon said firmly. "Nothing can happen to you."

"You must remain in perfect condition to deal with what comes next."

Seris fell silent, his gaze never leaving Ethan.

Once the chains and formations were broken, he would personally take this human’s life.

"Seris, recover quickly and bring yourself to peak condition," Kairon said gravely.

"Those were Ethan’s strongest killing moves."

"He also used secret methods to forcibly amplify his strength."

"Since he failed to kill us, the secret technique’s backlash will come. His combat power will inevitably plummet."

"At that moment, it will be your chance."

Seris nodded slowly, his voice icy.

"Don’t worry. I will take his life."

On the other side, the three three-legged golden crows were bound tightly by the golden chains.

Sylren was in the most miserable state.

He had been closest to the Star of Great Stillness. His right wing had been completely scorched away, leaving exposed bone soaked in blackened blood. The sight was hideous.

"This must be a super inheritance technique... or a divine-level secret method," Sylren growled, gritting his teeth as pain wracked his body.

He carried no pills.

Normally, he would rely on the life aura of the Hibiscus Sacred Tree to recover, or directly consume rare healing herbs within the valley.

But now, trapped by the golden chains, he could do neither.

He could not even absorb the faint life aura drifting from the hibiscus tree.

"What kind of monster is this Ethan..." Sylren muttered while forcibly circulating his demonic energy to repair his shattered body.

"In ancient times, the human race’s physical cultivation flourished."

"This boy has likely mastered a complete body-cultivation technique."

"Once inside the secret realm, his realm was suppressed, but his body was not."

"That’s why his combat power barely dropped."

Sylren snorted coldly, resentment burning in his heart.

"Why does luck never favor me?"

...

"Ethan!"

A sharp, furious voice rang out.

Ember staggered forward from not far away.

Her current state was utterly pitiful.

The cold nobility she once carried was gone. Her golden robes were shredded, her hair disordered, her face pale as paper, and blood trickled from the corner of her lips.

The sleeve on her right shoulder had been burned away, exposing pale skin marked with scorch wounds.

"Huh... huh..."

Ember panted heavily, her chest rising and falling violently.

Like Sylren, she had been closest to the Star of Great Stillness and had endured the fiercest flames head-on.

At the critical moment, she had relied on the bracelet at her wrist—a holy-grade spiritual weapon—to resist the annihilating fire.

Even so, she had still suffered serious injuries.

Her physical strength was severely depleted, and her combat effectiveness had dropped by nearly forty percent.

To Ember, this was utterly unacceptable.

She was the young head of the Golden Phoenix clan.

A peerless genius of the northwest Demon Territory.

Her talent ranked among the top five of her generation.

Yet today, she had been forced into such a miserable state by an unknown human.

Meanwhile, Ethan stood calmly not far away.

After drinking the lemon tea, his physical strength had recovered to nearly ninety percent.

His breath was steady.

His posture relaxed.

There was not the slightest trace of panic.

When he heard Ember’s voice, Ethan looked up and smiled faintly.

"Miss Ember truly lives up to her reputation as a proud daughter of heaven," he said casually.

"Surviving that attack alone is already remarkable."

"But next time—"

"You won’t be so lucky."

His calm tone struck Ember like a slap.

It was not shouting.

Not arrogance.

Just cold certainty.

Her pride burned.

"You dare mock me?" Ember snapped, her eyes blazing.

"The only reason you’re still standing is because you cultivate the body!"

"The rules didn’t suppress your flesh!"

"If this were the outside world, you wouldn’t even be qualified to fight me!"

"Any random genius from the Palace of the Four Cycles could crush you!"

"My strength is far beyond your reach!"

Ethan laughed softly.

A low, indifferent laugh.

"Miss Ember," he said, shaking his head.

"if you were even half as strong as your mouth, you wouldn’t look like this right now."

"You should be grateful this is the Training Trial Secret Realm."

"Otherwise—"

His gaze swept over Ember, Sylren, Sorrel, Eryon, and the others trapped in the golden chains.

Cold.

Detached.

Like a judge passing sentence.

"All of you will have nowhere to escape!"