'H-He's a control-type soul cultivator? But how could this be?!'
Ethan could never have imagined in his wildest dreams that Evan, who had already defeated the clones resembling the younger versions of the three founders of their clan, would be a control-type cultivator.
It really shocked him to the core, which was more than enough for him to be caught off guard by Evan's attack.
Puchi!
The chilling arc of icy, cold energy pierced through his body, splitting him vertically from his head to his groin. Ethan's blood gushed out in torrents, splattering the arena floor in a grotesque display of violence. With a sickening thud, Ethan's two halves fell onto the ground, lifeless and defeated.
