God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 624

Even if Ethan had only mastered a single Star Secret Technique, it would already be enough to make him stand head and shoulders above his peers.

But now—

With the amplification of Onyx Orchid’s power layered on top, his combat strength had been pushed to the very extreme.

Divine power flowed unceasingly through his meridians, granting him battle prowess comparable to an Ultimate Supreme. Coupled with the terrifying Star Secret Techniques, he possessed strength sufficient to sweep aside all enemies below the Perfect Supreme.

Unless these two ancestral souls directly stepped into the Perfect Supreme realm, or possessed divine artifacts, breaking the Supreme Prisoner’s Heavenly Lock was nothing more than wishful thinking.

"You two should stop struggling."

Ethan folded his arms, standing calmly within the battlefield, his lips curling into a mocking smile.

"There’s no way you can break through this move of mine."

His tone was casual, disdainful—like a predator looking down on trapped prey.

How the situation had changed.

Earlier, it had been them speaking arrogantly.

Now, the roles were completely reversed.

"Trash!"

Kairon and Elder Ronan roared almost simultaneously, fury boiling in their voices.

The two exchanged a glance.

Without hesitation, they nodded at the same time.

The Blood Sacrifice Reincarnation Technique had a final form.

Fury.

This was the most violent state of the technique, capable of forcing the soul’s power to skyrocket in an instant.

The price—

Their remaining existence would be compressed to a mere two minutes.

They had decided.

Even if it meant complete annihilation, they would gamble everything on this final burst.

As long as they could break these golden chains, even a minute—no, even a few dozen breaths—would be enough to kill Ethan.

"Blood Sacrifice Reincarnation Technique—Fury!"

Kairon and Elder Ronan shouted in unison.

Their hands moved rapidly, forming complex, ancient seals.

In an instant, the burning of soul and flesh accelerated to its absolute limit.

The crimson light enveloping them intensified violently, so dense it almost became tangible—like blood flames filling the air.

The pressure was terrifying.

Even those standing a hundred meters away felt their scalps go numb, their hearts pounding wildly.

"So they can still get stronger..."

Sorrel’s face lit up with uncontrollable excitement.

"No matter how strong Ethan is, he’s doomed now!"

"This is Fury Mode."

Eryon spoke solemnly, his eyes fixed on the battlefield.

"Once activated, the remaining time of the ancestral souls drops to only two minutes. They’re preparing to fight to the death."

"Ethan!"

Ember clenched her fists tightly, her expression tense.

"The two ancestors will unleash their strongest killing moves next."

"Time is limited. They might not be able to kill Ethan outright. We must be prepared in case he escapes after being heavily injured."

"Understood."

Sorrel and Eryon nodded simultaneously.

"Now," Ember continued coldly, "the three of us recover and adjust our breathing."

Seris, who had been carefully protected throughout, stared at the battlefield with a gloomy expression.

He could clearly sense it—

Mr. Kairon’s aura was rapidly weakening.

That meant his body and soul were approaching complete burnout.

Seris clenched his fists fiercely.

His gaze locked onto Ethan, cold and sharp, killing intent spilling uncontrollably.

That look was one of pure hatred—like a beast wanting to tear its prey apart.

"I wasn’t injured at all."

"When Ethan is handed over to me later, I’ll kill him with my own hands."

"I’ll avenge Mr. Kairon!"

"You want revenge?"

Ember glanced at him lightly, her tone indifferent.

"I want revenge too."

"When Ethan is subdued, whoever kills him will depend on their own abilities."

"Fine."

Seris nodded heavily.

"But Ethan’s life must be mine."

"Heh."

Ember only smiled faintly.

A junior of the White Tiger clan daring to compete with her for prey?

Still too young.

Around them, anticipation spread like wildfire.

Everyone began to imagine Ethan’s tragic end.

.....

"When the Blood Sacrifice Reincarnation Technique is pushed to its extreme, the strength of the descending soul explodes, but its existence time is reduced to two minutes."

Alina’s voice was calm but urgent.

"Miss Lunara, Veyr—you two cover me later."

"The rest of you stay alert. If Ember and the others move, stop them immediately."

Everyone from White Emperor City and Lunara nodded without hesitation.

Only Veyr’s expression remained ugly.

He clenched his fists tightly, nails biting into his palms.

"Junior sister," he said in a low voice, "the violent blood sacrifice has already been activated."

"Even with a divine weapon, Ethan may not be able to contend with two remaining ancestral souls."

"Instead of doing something meaningless, why not stand aside and wait until both sides are exhausted? Then we reap the benefits."

His gaze flickered.

In truth, he did not want to cooperate with Ethan at all.

He even hoped that the Palace of the Four Cycles would win—better yet, kill Ethan outright.

After witnessing Ethan’s true strength, Veyr knew one thing clearly.

With a divine weapon in hand, Ethan was no longer someone he could compete with.

The only chance left was to rely on the Palace of the Four Cycles.

"Enough nonsense."

Alina turned her head and glanced at Veyr coldly.

"If you don’t want to act, then stand aside and watch."

"I won’t force you."

Veyr’s heart tightened when he met Alina’s frost-covered gaze.

Jealousy and anger surged uncontrollably.

For a fleeting moment, he even wanted to sneak attack Ethan—to let him die right in front of her.

"Ethan... just wait."

Veyr gritted his teeth.

Then, forcing himself to calm down, he said, "Junior sister, I was only speaking casually. Don’t take it to heart."

"I’ll help later."

As he spoke, a cold smile flashed across his lips.

Alina nodded without comment and refocused on the battlefield.

At that moment, the auras of Kairon and Elder Ronan surged to terrifying heights, faintly carrying the oppressive presence of Valerius.

"...Hmm?"

"So their strength has risen this much."

"I see."

Ethan looked calmly at their rapidly disintegrating bodies and instantly understood.

They were trading existence time for power.

At this rate, both bodies would turn to ashes in less than two minutes.

Though their combat power had increased drastically—

Ethan’s expression did not change in the slightest.

With Onyx Orchid’s amplification and the artifact in his hand, his current strength was enough to slaughter any Ultimate Supreme with ease.

Even if Valerius descended personally, the outcome would be no different.

"Ethan."

Kairon’s white hair danced wildly in the violent energy.

"You can be proud."

"To force us into this state."

"Now—die to this emperor!"

His divine power turned blood-red as he spread his arms, terrifying power condensing toward a final, devastating strike.

Elder Ronan did the same and began gathering his final killing move.