He struggled desperately, using all the techniques he had learned throughout his life in a moment's notice.
But even so, it still had no effect at all.
His body continued to uncontrollably drift towards Ethan Smith.
In a brief moment, the guardian was forcibly drawn in front of Ethan Smith.
"Do you want to die?"
Ethan Smith's cold voice echoed in his ears.
This voice, like a death warrant, made people tremble with fear.
"No... don't kill me!" The guardian wailed. The next second, Ethan Smith directly crushed his head.
The corpse was thrown on the ground, and Ethan Smith's body was stained with blood.
The mixture of gold and blood red outlined Ethan Smith like a god of murder.
Not far away, the First Elder's face turned pale. He knew that Ethan Smith in front of him had already become incredibly powerful.
"Young beast..." The First Elder murmured softly. Then, behind him emerged a gigantic disk vision.