Ethan Smith didn't know how to explain it, but before he lost his spiritual power, he indeed hadn't stepped into the Mighty Realm.
Not only Ethan Smith, but no one on the entire Earth had stepped into the Mighty Realm in the modern era.
"Alright, if you don't want to talk, just rest and recover," Scott Elliott patted Ethan Smith on the shoulder and said.
Then, Scott Elliott left the room.
Another room.
Cliff Golden was gloomy. In front of him, there was a large group of underlings gathered.
"Big brother, this guy's appearance is definitely a threat to you. Why don't we kill him while he's injured?" someone suggested.
But Cliff Golden said coldly, "No, team leader and Ged Shepherd will surely protect him. Besides, if we seize the opportunity to attack him when he's weak, we might as well not stay here anymore."
"So, what should we do? Just let him go?"
Cliff Golden didn't say a word. There were countless schemes in his mind, any one of which could take Ethan Smith's life.