With Phito's disappearance, Alvin's body deflated like a balloon.
His towering form shrank, returning to its ordinary size.
Back in his original body, Alvin was gasping for breath, his complexion extremely pale.
He tossed the spear to Ethan: "Here, your divine artifact. I didn't expect an outsider like you to possess such a thing."
Ethan shrugged nonchalantly, "Just luck. But to the matter at hand, where did Phito go?"
Alvin shook his head slightly, looking into the distance, and said slowly:
"I don't know, but it's definitely not good. Phito's escape is akin to releasing a tiger back into the wild. But killing a Demi-god is near impossible; you'll understand in time."
Seizing the opportunity, Ethan asked:
"Phito is of the Demi-god realm, and are you as well?"
Alvin, regulating his breath, took a long while before he exhaled deeply:
