God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 610

Ethan swept his gaze across the battlefield indifferently, a faint, contemptuous smile hanging at the corner of his lips.

"Just the six of you?"

He shook his head lightly.

"Not enough."

He extended his palm and clenched it violently.

In an instant, terrifying flame energy surged out of his body like an awakened feral beast. The air howled, space trembled, and scorching waves rolled outward in all directions.

The demons reacted instantly, their demonic energy erupting in unison.

Boom!

The violent flame waves were forcibly blocked—but even so, everyone was pushed back several steps before barely stabilizing their footing.

"What terrifying power..."

Sorrel’s pupils shrank sharply as he clenched his fists.

"Something’s wrong!"

"This is absolutely not the strength of a Ninth turn Mahayana cultivator!"

Ethan’s aura was vast and oppressive, like a mountain collapsing from the heavens, crushing their confidence layer by layer.

"Too weak," Ethan said calmly, his eyes sweeping across everyone present.

"Come together."

In the distance stood two figures whose presence alone caused the surrounding air to feel heavy—two elders from the Golden Phoenix clan, their lifespans visibly nearing their end.

These were the true pillars.

"Old Elders," Ember said softly, her breathing slightly unstable.

"Please forgive me. I need some time to regulate my breath."

Behind her stood an old man with white beard like frost and a beautiful middle-aged woman whose temperament was calm yet dangerous.

"Don’t worry, Young Miss," the white-bearded elder said slowly.

"You only need to recover. Leave Ethan to us."

"Yes," the middle-aged woman added confidently.

"After observing him for so long, I’ve already figured out his foundation."

She looked at Ethan with a faint, disdainful smile.

"It’s body cultivation—pure human body refinement. He must have mastered a complete ancient body cultivation method and tempered his flesh to an extreme level."

"In the Training Trial Secret Realm, his realm is suppressed, but his physical strength is not."

"That’s why his combat power far exceeds others."

She paused briefly, eyes cold.

"But no matter how strong a body is, it’s meaningless in front of us."

"The power the two of us can unleash is enough to erase everything."

"Elder Axel," she said calmly.

"Let’s do it."

As her voice fell, both figures vanished.

Ethan raised his head slightly.

The space above him rippled like water.

Two figures appeared simultaneously, their arrival silent yet oppressive.

"The old monsters from the Golden Phoenix clan finally make their move," Ethan thought.

"Half a step into the Ultimate Demon Lord... lifespans nearly exhausted."

These were the most troublesome enemies.

People who had nothing left to pursue.

No future.

No fear of death.

Opponents like this were far more dangerous than geniuses.

"Human brat," Kaela said coldly.

"Your name is Ethan, correct?"

"I am Kaela, Elder of the Golden Phoenix clan."

"I am Axel," the white-bearded old man said hoarsely.

"For a junior of the human race to die by our hands—this is already your honor."

"Oh?" Ethan tilted his head slightly.

"So much nonsense. Hurry up."

"I’m in a rush."

Kaela smiled faintly.

"Arrogant."

She studied Ethan carefully.

"You’ve used a secret method to forcibly enhance your strength, haven’t you?"

"That confidence of yours... it’s only because the secret technique hasn’t expired yet."

She took a step forward, voice calm and measured.

"Any secret method has a time limit. Minutes at best. Even the most powerful ones won’t last more than a quarter hour."

"Once the time runs out, your strength will plummet—and backlash will cripple you."

"At that moment, capturing you will be effortless."

She raised her hand slightly.

"Palace of the Four Cycles, heed my command!"

"Form the Four Cycle Prison Formation!"

"At the same time," she continued, turning to the two Three-Legged Golden Crows.

"you two Demon Lords only need to harass and consume him."

"We’ll take this arrogant human down without shedding a drop of blood."

"Understood," the Golden Crows replied, flames flickering across their wings.

The cultivators of the Palace of the Four Cycles dispersed rapidly, moving with practiced coordination.

Kaela and Axel hovered above Ethan.

"Young White Tiger," Kaela said, glancing toward Seris.

"You’ll temporarily take the fourth cycle."

Before Seris could speak, Kairon stepped forward.

"I’ll take that role."

He leapt upward, transforming into a streak of white light and settling into position.

Kaela waved her hand dismissively.

"Anyone will do."

A palm-sized black crystal shot out from her sleeve.

Kairon caught it.

"This is a demon core from a Tengu," Kaela said indifferently.

"It contains powerful demonic energy. Activate it at time."

Kairon nodded silently.

Demonic energy of various colors erupted from all sides. Four beams of light shot into the sky, intertwining as five formation eyes appeared.

Formation patterns linked together, demonic energy flowing like veins through a living body.

A vast semicircular formation descended, sealing Ethan within it.

When Ethan saw this, an almost imperceptible smile appeared.

Kaela was confident—too confident.

She had chosen to fight a war of attrition.

And that choice played directly into Ethan’s hands.

While they delayed, Ethan calmly adjusted his breath. The Heaven-Burning Ten Thousand Fire Formation he had already deployed grew increasingly stable, its patterns sinking deeper into the surrounding space.

He also had time to condense something far more dangerous.

"The formation is complete," Kaela said calmly.

"Now, let’s capture him without resistance."

"Haha," Ethan laughed softly. "Just a formation?"

"I’d like to see what you can really do to me."

The casual disdain in his voice instantly irritated everyone present.

"How reckless!"

Kaela’s eyes turned cold.

With a thought, the formation activated.

Several beams of condensed demonic light shot toward Ethan like falling stars.

Ethan moved.

His figure flickered like lightning, weaving between the beams with terrifying speed. Flames surged around him as his hands formed seals, original power roaring.

Within his palms, the flames compressed endlessly.

A deep, ancient stillness began to take shape.

Ethan’s gaze sharpened as the surrounding temperature plummeted and soared at the same time—

while mobilizing the power of flames to condense the Star of Great Stillness.