The ground blossomed like a vivid flower, exotic and beautiful.
Ethan Smith gazed at Emily Taylor's corpse on the ground, his heart tinged with sorrow.
"Ethan Smith, you..." Frederick Cohen pointed at Ethan Smith, disbelief filled his eyes.
Ethan Smith looked coldly at Frederick Cohen and said, "I know all of this is an illusion. It's just a heavenly tribulation, you aren't here, Simon Ingram isn't dead, and the heavenly tribulation hasn't disappeared."
Once Ethan Smith finished speaking, the expression on Frederick Cohen's face disappeared.
His body also gradually faded away until there was nothing left.
Everything around them returned to normal in an instant.
There was no sunlight, just a blanket of dark clouds covering the earth.
Not far away, Simon Ingram was still facing off against Justin Vasquez.
The only difference was the aura surrounding Ethan Smith, slowly fading away.
The warm feeling was long gone too.