Ethan didn’t rush to jump in.

He immediately sent orders to Emerald Castle—pull all combat power back toward the central region of the world.

The Sky Fortress began repositioning. Powered Combat Armor units fell back inward in sheets. The Fallen Star Guard and the other forces stopped chasing the scattered remnants on the outskirts and instead regrouped fast, reforming a defensive formation around the core area.

Then Ethan flashed and appeared beside Queen Seraphine, hovering in the air.

The entanglement between the two worlds in front of them had reached its limit.

With the golden figure dead, the void-world had been left tugging at itself, its edges still collapsing in slow motion. Elysion’s world-force was reacting on instinct, pushing back. Two world-level powers ground against each other—twisting, compressing—until the boundary kept letting out one muffled tearing sound after another. If they let it continue, the seam between the two worlds could rupture completely.

The four queens were still holding the seal.

Phoenix Queen Ignara’s Eternal Flame pinned the top. Queen Elowen’s extreme ice sealed the edges. Desert Queen Kaelira stabilized the bottom with heavy, anchoring force. Queen Seraphine kept patching every fresh裂口 the instant it appeared.

But their auras were visibly sliding, and no matter how strong they were, the four of them couldn’t keep resisting two worlds crushing into each other forever.

At this point, Ethan couldn’t afford to hold anything back.

He lifted a palm and flicked it forward—almost casually.

Elysion’s world-force responded immediately.

The world-force that had been tearing at the void-world a moment ago suddenly turned viciously aggressive. Light scattered across heaven and earth snapped into motion, gathering like a tide that had just been awakened, pressing in from every direction toward the void-world’s rupture. The void energy tried to surge back—

and got smothered.

Layer by layer, it was covered, squeezed, and swallowed by Elysion’s world-force.

The boundary shook even harder.

Then the edge of the void-world began to collapse inward. The dense cracks were stuffed shut by world-force. Dark void energy was pushed back inch by inch—

and finally devoured outright by the stronger pull of Elysion itself.

The four queens seized the opening, drawing their powers back in a controlled way. They stopped brute-forcing it and instead flowed with Ethan’s push, helping him complete the final closure.

Not long after, the void-world was pressed down completely.

Ethan dispersed the gathered world-force at once, letting it spread back out and return to Elysion’s sky and earth.

The boundary zone that had been on the verge of breaking stabilized little by little. The sky was still fractured, and scars remained in space, but the most dangerous part—the two worlds grinding together—had been forcibly torn apart.

When it was done, Ethan slowly lifted his head.

From a high, commanding angle, he looked down on the chaos in the heavens.

In the distance, the various civilizations were still slaughtering each other. Energy beams of different colors crisscrossed the air. Massive warships pressed against one another beneath the clouds. Behind the spatial corridors, new shadows kept appearing—more ships, more pressure, more unknowns.

Every civilization was throwing out its strength, like a pack of beasts that had all stumbled into the same hunting ground at once—none of them willing to be the first to bow.

"Master, what do we do now?"

Feylora had appeared beside Ethan at some point.

She stared at the growing armadas, worry she couldn’t quite hide gathering in her eyes.

There were simply too many forces that had suddenly arrived. Even Emerald Castle—no matter how strong—couldn’t just declare war on every civilization at once and expect to survive it.

The only saving grace was that the moment these factions reached Elysion, they’d exploded into chaos among themselves. The ones who’d truly clashed with Emerald Castle were only a small portion, and it still hadn’t turned into an all-out war.

Ethan didn’t answer right away.

His gaze swept the entire battlefield—from the fleets trading fire, to the spatial corridors gradually stabilizing, to several unfamiliar groups whose presence felt especially heavy.

After a moment, his eyes locked onto a cluster of red giants.

They hovered at the edge of another section of the sky, bodies massive, skin a deep crimson. Every one of them had a blue gem embedded in the center of their chest.

Energy flowed inside those gems in a steady rhythm, matching their breathing. Every time they moved to attack, the chest-gems lit up together, releasing strikes made from multiple forces fused into one.

A fused-energy skill.

Ethan’s eyes shifted slightly.

The power of those red giants was brutally overbearing. Several nearby civilizations’ warships refused to approach them.

Some fleets even changed course the moment they noticed the giants’ direction—choosing a wide detour rather than risk a direct clash.

But at the same time, the lead red giant had also locked onto Ethan.

She flashed forward. Her massive body cut across the sky and appeared directly in front of him.

The moment she arrived, a heavy pressure slammed downward. Several Emerald Castle soldiers nearby immediately tightened their grips on their weapons, energy shields flaring to life in unison.

The red giant looked down at Ethan. The blue gem in her chest flickered as waves of power rolled out from her in rings.

"You’ve got some decent power," she rumbled, her voice so heavy it made the air around them vibrate.

"But compared to me, you’re still a bit lacking. Hand over the world energy you’re holding—right now—or I’ll wipe you out so completely you won’t even leave ash."

Ethan stared up at her, a chill flashing through his eyes.

He hadn’t expected these things to come looking for a fight. The sky was already a mess—civilizations probing, clashing, tearing into each other—yet this red giant still zeroed in on the world energy in his hands the instant she got the chance.

If that was what she wanted...

Then there was nothing to talk about.

Ethan’s aura exploded outward.

White lightning surged through his limbs and bones, erupting behind him and condensing into a gigantic phantom.

That phantom stood in the high sky, its outline built from violent energy. The instant it formed, several unfamiliar warships that had been drifting closer slowed down on reflex.

Even the air seemed to retreat to either side.

Ethan lifted his head, eyes locked on the red giant.

"Then let’s find out who’s getting erased."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he didn’t give her time to speak again.

He drove all the power in his body into his palm. White lightning, the remaining traces of world-force, and the Infernal Primordial Power he’d just absorbed compressed violently in midair, forming a massive sphere of energy.

The moment the sphere appeared, the light around them was pressed dim, like the sky itself had been forced to lower its head. With every rotation of its surface, waves rolled outward—waves sharp enough to rip space open.

That power carried an end-of-the-world weight as it bore down on the red giant.

The red giant froze.

She clearly hadn’t expected a human to condense an attack at this level in such a short time.

The blue gem in her chest started flashing faster. Behind her, the other red giants lifted their heads, caution finally showing on their faces.

But the leader reacted quickly.

She spread her arms, and the blue gem in her chest erupted with blinding light.

Red energy surged out of her, coating her body first—then gathering in front of her into an enormous red sphere. The inside of the sphere rolled and churned, fused forces stacking layer upon layer, and the pressure it released actually surpassed Tier 35.