As the ritualist witnessed Ethan's method of attack, a sudden spark of life ignited in his otherwise dead fish-like eyes.
Atop the Blasphemous Spear, multiple forces were at play, each more complex than the last.
Without hesitation, the ritualist channeled all his energy, his blood surging through his body like a raging river.
Beneath his neck, the octopus tentacles hardened, resembling steel needles.
As they collided, a massive wave of energy radiated outward in all directions.
Ethan's heart skipped a beat, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.
But in the next moment, propelled by the rebounding force, Ethan dashed towards the entrance of Santos Tower like an arrow released from its bow.
The ritualist, momentarily stunned, bellowed:
"Cowardly Invader, where is your spirit of battle?"
Ethan's cold voice drifted through the wind:
