That strand of divine sense was constantly interfering with Ethan Smith, attempting to ruin his state of mind.
Ethan narrowed his eyes slightly and couldn't help but sneer.
He directly gave up resisting, allowing the strand of divine sense to drill into his mind.
Seeing this, Marlon Hewitt, who was standing by, couldn't help but be taken aback.
Why wasn't Ethan playing by the rules?
Under normal circumstances, wasn't this the time to desperately fight back? Why would he simply let it enter his mind?
Could it be that he had already given up on resisting? That didn't make sense!
As an alchemist, how could he give up so easily?
The spellcaster hiding in the shadows was overjoyed, and the strand of divine sense immediately shot towards Ethan Smith's mind.
Soon, the strand of divine sense arrived inside Ethan's mind.
In the sea of consciousness, two divine senses were seated.
One was the dormant Drexel, and the other was Ethan's primordial spirit.