章節 1151: Chapter 1151: Kneeling and Begging for Mercy_1

That area had turned into ruins, and Ethan Smith's body was crushed by the imprint to the point where his bones were broken and blood was pouring out.

Marc Fraley stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "Ethan Smith, seeing you like this makes me really happy."

Ethan Smith remained silent, propping himself up with one hand on the ground and struggling to get up.

"Oh? You can still stand?" Marc Fraley was slightly surprised.

Ethan Smith didn't say a word, and his palm shook as he summoned the bronze sword.

At that moment, the bronze sword seemed to merge with Ethan Smith, gradually turning into a golden light.

The sword blade hummed, and if you listened carefully, you could even hear a faint dragon chant.

Ethan Smith was panting heavily. With both arms holding the bronze sword, waves of spiritual power poured in.