novelraw Chapter 1038: He Took Everything
Chapter 1038: He Took Everything
Ethan didn’t retreat. He pressed in instead.
His energy spread in an instant, wrapping the entire gemstone. He forcibly shoved the leaking power back inside, and at the same time seized complete control of it.
He stared at the gem, the excitement on his face impossible to hide now.
"The power coming off this thing is beautiful. Didn’t think you had something like this in your hands. Why didn’t you pull it out sooner?"
Before the last word even fell, Ethan didn’t give Kaejirolar the slightest chance to snatch it back.
He drove the gemstone straight into his own body.
In that instant, the compressed energy inside the gem was like a floodgate being thrown wide open, seeping violently through his arm, his chest, his flesh—everywhere.
That power was unbelievably dense, carrying an explosive, propulsive push. The moment it merged, it sent the energy inside Ethan—already swollen from the void power—climbing again.
His Tier rose.
His strength rose.
He hung in the high sky as white lightning and sapphire-blue waves rolled off his body in layered pulses.
Under that steadily increasing pressure, the surrounding space began to warp faintly. Even farther away, people still locked in battle couldn’t help but look over.
Kaejirolar’s pupils shrank to pinpoints.
He watched, helpless, as the sapphire gem he’d held as his trump card was shoved into Ethan’s body and treated like nothing more than fuel.
For a moment, his expression went almost blank—like the sight had nailed him in place.
Then fury surged up like a blast.
"You bastard! You’re too damn vile—give the gem back to me!"
As the roar fell, the power inside him detonated completely. Violent energy shot up from his body and rapidly condensed into a massive, bizarre phantom in the high sky.
Its outline was blurred, but its pressure was terrifying. The moment it formed, the air boomed with a dull shock—and then it smashed straight down at Ethan.
Ethan’s expression didn’t ripple in the slightest.
He only lifted a finger and tapped forward lightly.
Just that simple motion—and the power that had just surged through him roared out.
White energy burst from his fingertip, first compressed into an impossibly thin beam—then it expanded violently in front of him, like an invisible sledgehammer, slamming dead-on into the phantom.
Boom.
Kaejirolar’s all-out, strongest strike didn’t even manage the slightest stalemate. It shattered on the spot.
Broken energy exploded outward in sheets, like glass smashed to bits, splashing the entire sky with chaotic turbulence.
Kaejirolar froze.
His strongest power—crushed by Ethan with a casual point.
At this stage, there was no need to judge who was stronger.
He wasn’t Ethan’s opponent. Not even close.
The moment that realization truly landed, Kaejirolar lost all courage to keep forcing it. He didn’t hesitate. He turned and tried to flee the battlefield.
But he’d barely moved when the space ahead filled first with white lightning.
Ethan was faster than him.
With a single step, he was already in Kaejirolar’s way.
The next instant, every shred of power inside Ethan erupted at once. It wasn’t a single-point strike—it was a crushing, all-encompassing suppression.
White lightning and violent energy rolled down together, grinding into Kaejirolar like the entire sky was slamming onto his body. The moment that force landed, Kaejirolar was pinned dead in place, his figure dropping hard in midair.
Savage power squeezed his flesh inward.
His bones started to creak and grind.
Even his organs tightened under the pressure, compressing again and again.
Kaejirolar’s face went deathly pale. His body shook violently in the air, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free from that suppression that was practically crushing him into paste.
Ethan watched him, only adjusting his breathing slightly—then he took a step back.
That distance wasn’t mercy.
It was so he could kill more cleanly.
Then he lifted an arm. Power surged into his palm in a mad rush.
A deep-white bow formed rapidly in his hand—long, cold, lethal. Lightning crawled along its surface. And the moment he drew the string, the very atmosphere between heaven and earth turned irritable and violent.
Energy currents in the high sky began to gather toward the bow like they’d gone insane. Space trembled in layers. Even people fighting far away were dragged into looking up by that wave.
The next moment—
THOOM!
The bowstring rang.
Right after that, rolling thunder chained across the sky.
An arrow condensed from white lightning shot out. The instant it left the bow, it carved a straight, blazing trail. It was so fast there was no time to dodge—blink, and it had already punched into Kaejirolar’s chest.
At contact, there was a brief, unnatural stall.
Then every bit of energy compressed inside the arrow detonated at once.
White thunder drilled through the wound and tore into Kaejirolar’s flesh like countless tiny, vicious blades ripping at him from the inside. Then the explosion spread outward in all directions—chest, shoulders, abdomen, back—detonating in rapid succession. Blood and shredded meat sprayed out, dyeing the whole sky above in a savage red.
Kaejirolar’s body was completely coming apart.
But Ethan still didn’t stop.
A near-manic coldness edged into his expression. The next instant, he raised a hand again, white lightning condensing in his palm into a blinding mass of thunder.
Then he grabbed forward hard.
The white lightning crashed down, slicing straight through Kaejirolar’s neck.
Kaejirolar’s head was torn off on the spot.
His corpse and severed head lost balance one after the other, dropping from midair as blood continued to fountain on the way down.
Ethan didn’t even spare it a second glance. He flashed to the body, reached in, and ripped out Kaejirolar’s energy core.
After that, he drove his white lightning to its absolute limit.
Electric light wrapped the remaining soul. It ground down every last fluctuation with savage force, erasing every trace of spirit until nothing remained.
On the other side, Khar’vathis—still fighting Phoenix Queen Ignara—happened to see it.
His eyes blew wide. The expression on his face froze solid.
It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t unwillingness.
It was pure, absolute horror.
He’d never imagined Ethan could kill Kaejirolar so fast—kill him so completely that not even a soul was left behind. And in that split second of him losing focus, Phoenix Queen Ignara moved.
A force even more violent than before surged up from Ignara.
The moment it surged into the high sky, it condensed between heaven and earth into a gigantic blood-red phoenix.
When the phoenix formed, its wings spread, forcing every chaotic current outward. Then it carried a weight so heavy it felt like it could tear space itself apart, smashing down on Khar’vathis.
Khar’vathis could only throw his hands up and block in panic.
But when it hit, he was still blasted backward.
Before he could stabilize, Phoenix Queen Ignara was already in his face.
Power exploded again in Ignara’s palm—carrying terrifying cutting and tearing force—as it slammed straight into Khar’vathis.
That one blow ripped half his body off.
Blood and shredded flesh exploded out together. Khar’vathis stumbled back with a scream, the terror on his face spilling out uncontrollably.
He knew exactly what state he was in. This body had been remade for him by Zyraeth. His soul and flesh were already fused completely.
If he died—
There would be no rebirth.
That realization shattered every last bit of his backbone.
"I surrender! I’ll surrender—please, don’t kill me!"