God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 615

Ethan’s last word fell like ice.

The moment it left his lips, a cold, ruthless killing intent slowly rose, spreading through the scorched valley like an invisible tide. Even the lingering flames seemed to dim slightly under that pressure.

"Haha, what a shameless statement!"

Kaela laughed hoarsely, blood still staining the corner of her mouth. Her hair was disheveled, her aura unstable, but her eyes were sharp.

"You’ve fought nonstop, burned secret techniques, and forced out one terrifying move after another. Your physical strength has long been exhausted."

"Ethan," she sneered, "you’re already at the end of your strength. Tell me—am I wrong?"

Though she was seriously injured, Kaela still retained forty to fifty percent of her combat power. Given a short rest and a few pills, she could recover enough to fight again.

At that point, joining forces to suppress a spent Ethan would be easy.

"That’s right," Kairon said calmly, his voice steady despite his pale face.

"If you truly still had strength to spare, you wouldn’t be standing there talking."

Seris nodded coldly, his gaze fixed on Ethan like a blade.

"You’re bluffing."

Ember clenched her teeth. Her chest rose and fell violently before she forced herself to calm down.

"Enough," she said coldly. "Ethan has already consumed too much."

"Within a short time, he won’t be able to use those terrifying techniques again."

"Everyone, break the golden chains, tear apart the formation, and cut him into pieces!"

Her words were sharp, decisive.

Kairon nodded.

"Everyone who still has strength—do it now."

Demonic energy surged once more.

Kaela, Kairon, Axel, and the remaining elites forced their injured bodies to circulate power, intent on breaking through the Supreme Prisoner’s Heavenly Lock and the Heaven-Burning Ten Thousand Fire Formation together.

When Ethan saw this, he simply smiled.

Then he stepped forward.

His figure rose slowly, until he stood above them all, overlooking the trapped demons like a sovereign gazing down on condemned prisoners.

"I’m sorry," Ethan said lightly.

"Your analysis is wrong."

He spread his arms.

"Not only am I not tired..."

His eyes flashed with a chilling light.

"I feel stronger than before."

Boom!

A dull, thunderous sound exploded from his body.

Golden energy erupted outward like a tidal wave. Dense arcs of lightning crackled wildly around him, intertwining with gray-blue flames. His aura surged, violent and domineering, like a ferocious beast that had just awakened from slumber.

This was not the posture of someone at the end of their strength.

On the contrary—it was even more terrifying than before.

Ember’s pupils shrank violently.

Her expression turned ashen.

"That’s it," Ethan said calmly.

He extended his palm.

Gray-blue flames bloomed in his hand, then split cleanly into four spiritual fires of different colors. Each flame carried a distinct aura, ancient and tyrannical.

With a single thought, the four flames began to rotate, compress, and merge according to mysterious, unfathomable rules.

The surrounding temperature spiked.

The air twisted.

A fireball gradually took shape—smooth, radiant, and terrifying.

Like a miniature star.

Around it, streaks of flame condensed into a revolving star ring.

The Star of Great Stillness.

Condensed once more.

The same attack that had nearly annihilated them before.

One strike had already pushed Ember to the brink of defeat.

Another strike—

Sorrel swallowed hard, his throat dry.

Fear rose from the depths of his soul, uncontrollable.

The others were no better.

Panic spread silently.

None of them had expected this.

After such an intense battle, after releasing so many terrifying techniques, Ethan’s strength had not declined at all—it had risen.

The "secret technique" he used didn’t behave like a secret technique.

It didn’t end.

It didn’t backlash.

It felt like a natural state.

"What... what is going on?!" Kairon’s heart trembled.

Ember stared at Ethan, her hands trembling slightly.

"Damn it..." she muttered.

"Is one human really enough to force us to use that?"

Her fingers clenched until her nails dug into her palms.

Slowly, Ember closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened them again, all hesitation was gone.

"Everyone," she said quietly, her voice cold and resolute, "stop hiding."

"Activate the final trump card."

Silence fell.

Kairon, Axel, and the Wind Sable clan elder exchanged glances.

Then, without another word, the three of them pressed their palms together.

Their expressions turned solemn—almost reverent.

"Blood Sacrifice Reincarnation Technique!"

The words echoed like a death knell.

Ethan’s brows furrowed sharply.

His expression turned serious for the first time.

Blood Sacrifice Reincarnation Technique.

A forbidden art from ancient times.

A sacrificial technique.

Once activated, the caster would offer up their flesh and soul, using ancestral tokens as anchors to summon the sleeping souls of powerful ancestors within their bloodline.

The ancestor souls would descend, occupying the caster’s body.

For a brief time, terrifying power would manifest.

But the price—

The complete burning of body and soul.

When the flame went out, nothing would remain.

And once summoned, an ancestor soul could never be called again.

"So that’s it..." Ethan thought coldly.

"No wonder the Palace of the Four Cycles sent elders whose lifespans were nearly exhausted."

"They were prepared to die from the start."

There was no way to interrupt it now.

Blood-colored light surged violently around Kairon, Axel, and the Wind Sable elder. Their hair whipped wildly, their skin cracked, and veins bulged grotesquely.

They looked like men already half-dead.

"With my flesh and blood!"

"With my soul!"

"I call upon my ancestor—descend and slay the enemy!"

Three jade tokens floated into the air.

Golden Phoenix Soul Jade.

White Tiger Soul Jade.

Wind Sable Soul Jade.

Each token glowed with intense blood-red light.

The sky darkened instantly.

Thunder roared.

Blood mist filled the heavens.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three massive blood-red pillars shot straight into the sky, tearing apart the clouds.

The clouds scattered violently, revealing three enormous whirlpools.

Lightning coiled within them.

From each vortex seeped an ancient, decayed aura—one that carried the weight of countless years.

An aura that had crossed eras.

An aura that did not belong to this age.

The pressure alone made hearts tremble.

Even the flames of the Heaven-Burning Ten Thousand Fire Formation wavered.

The three-legged Golden Crows, Alina and the others, stopped fighting and looked up.