Ethan Smith pondered and decided not to let his divine sense enter his own body.
With his ability, if he wanted to forcibly seize control, Ethan Smith would have no way to counter it.
"Damn it, let's just forget it. I've wasted enough time already." Ethan muttered.
In the next few days.
The device on Ethan Smith's body was mysteriously removed.
This suddenly made Ethan feel somewhat puzzled.
Could it be that... the blood in his body had no effect at all?
At this moment, Marc Fraley walked in from outside.
He glanced at Ethan and sneered, "Ethan, cherish the few days you have left."
Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly.
He didn't say anything, but he already had a rough guess in his heart.
"It seems that my blood didn't have any effect." Ethan tentatively said.
Upon mentioning this topic, Marc's face suddenly looked a bit unpleasant.
Ethan caught the change in his facial expression and guessed, "Could it be that my blood only works on Dominic Taylor?"