The sound echoed in the fortress for a long time, and the Power of Martial Saint had completely infused into Ethan Smith's body.
Ethan stood there without moving, his eyes slightly closed, as if feeling this ultimate power.
"Is this the Power of Martial Saint?" Ethan whispered softly, clenching his fists and feeling the overwhelming power surge like a vast sea!
This was a power Ethan had never experienced before, so strong that it was intoxicating and irresistible!
At this moment, Ethan was eager to know the power of the Martial Saint's strength.
He even anticipated the arrival of the Purple Flame Sect sooner.
"How do you feel now?" Tilda Avery asked as she approached.
Ethan nodded, "Very good."
"That's good," Tilda sighed in relief when she noticed his demeanor.
The round disk in front of them began to shatter, turning into ruins in the blink of an eye.
