Every mighty realm cultivator is a strong fighter, but they seemed insignificant at the moment of the great war.
Ethan Smith didn't dare to blink an eye in front of the chaotic battle of these people.
For such a great war, he seemed to have a natural interest.
"What's so interesting about this? Let's go and have a drink," Clay Freeman said as he pulled Ethan.
Ethan shook his head and said, "Let's wait a while. This kind of battle is rare, and it can also be seen as accumulating experience for me."
"Uh, we'll go first then," said Clay Freeman.
"Heros Bar is waiting for you," said Alfred Freeman.
Ethan consented, then his eyes turned back to the battlefield.
Facing the many cultivators of the Mighty Realm, the elderly man's situation worsened as he spat out blood from time to time.
He already had multiple wounds on his body, looking shaky as he stood there.
Although he was powerful, dealing with so many people was still quite challenging.