God-Tier Fishing System Chapter 712

Cling! Cling! Cling!

Spear ghosts danced as sword radiance crisscrossed the air.

The violent clash between spear intent and sword intent generated sharp shockwaves, carving thin, clean fissures into the fabric of space itself. Wherever these energies struck the earth, massive ravines were torn open. Entire groves of trees caught in the turbulent wake were leveled, their trunks sliced into smooth, horizontal segments.

In a span of just a few minutes, the pair had traded nearly a hundred lethal exchanges.

"Moon-Devouring Slash."

Ethan concentrated his energy and unleashed the strike.

A brilliant flash of sword light traversed the night sky. The sheer sharpness of his sword intent managed to fracture the frozen surface of the spear held by Lucien.

"This is problematic."

Realizing the danger, Lucien hurled his frozen spear forward. With a mere thought, the weapon detonated, releasing a surge of frigid divine power that surged outward, attempting to stifle Ethan’s Moon-Devouring Slash.

The maneuver was not enough to fully negate the attack.

A sharp, icy glint pierced through the blast, the residual power of the Slash still potent.

Lucien quickly formed a one-handed seal. Behind him, the massive Ice Dragon gaped its maw, drawing in freezing power to manifest scores of razor-sharp ice awls.

Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh.

The icy projectiles erupted, shattering the remainder of Ethan's strike into fine dust.

"Ethan, you are impressive. I grant you my recognition. You have earned the right to see me fight at my full capacity."

Suspended in the dark sky, Lucien tore away his outer robes, revealing a torso of hardened, muscular definition. Ribbons of deep blue mist began to coil around him like serpents. On his brow, a faint blue symbol flickered—the Ancestral Pattern of the Moonfall Clan.

Lucien was truly getting serious now.

"Now, witness my real strength and understand the vast chasm that separates us."

Lucien let out a cold snort as his aura surged violently, his hair whipping about in the rising wind.

A subtle smile touched Ethan's lips.

With a flick of his mind, the sword in his grip vanished.

"Good timing. My warm-up has concluded as well."

"A warm-up?"

"You certainly are stubborn to a fault."

"Let us see how you try to handle what comes next." Lucien scoffed, a spike of rage flashing in his eyes at Ethan’s nonchalance.

"Young Master Ethan, this opponent is not to be underestimated. He has activated his Ancestral Pattern and is tapping into his bloodline. His combat capabilities will far exceed his previous displays. Would you like my intervention?" Liora’s voice echoed via transmission.

"I am grateful for the Eldest Princess's concern, but truly, I have only just finished stretching my limbs," Ethan replied with calm composure.

"God Killing Spear."

Ethan brought his hands together, then pulled them slowly apart. Black lightning crackled between his palms as the outline of a long spear sharpened into reality.

The very moment the weapon materialized, the spiritual energy of the surrounding heavens and earth spiraled into chaos.

An aggressive spear intent pierced the clouds, descending from above to instantly blanket the entire region.

The black lightning intensified, becoming jagged and wild.

The mere presence of the spear intent made it feel as if invisible knives were raking across everyone's skin.

Ethan had been holding back, but now that he was serious, every strike carried the weight of a killing blow. By summoning the God Killing Spear, he intended to close the curtain on this fight immediately.

Whoosh.

The wind roared.

Massive bolts of black lightning, thick as great serpents, pulsed unsteadily around the dark spear in Ethan’s hand. This weapon was a master of slaughter and ruin—a Chaos Divine Artifact, an Ancient Divine Weapon. Within it churned an infinite expanse of divine might and murderous intent.

Propelled by Ethan’s divine power, the weapon's inherent killing aura cascaded outward like a torrential waterfall.

The murderous intent was so dense it began to manifest physically.

It rippled through the night atmosphere, manifesting as a vast, ethereal crimson mist.

Only once the aura had fully expanded did the onlookers grasp the true magnitude of the terror Ethan wielded.

Everything the mist touched withered; ice and snow vaporized, while flora decayed in an instant. Even a brief graze would cause flesh to rot on the bone.

The crowd stared back and forth in terror.

This time, it wasn't just the weak-willed feeling palpitations in their chests. Even the Ultimate Supremes present were unsettled, the overwhelming divine power radiating from the spear causing their scalps to prickle with dread.

They had no choice but to retreat further from the fight to escape the suffocating reach of the aura.

Above the Riverborn Clan, the battlefield descended into total silence.

Tiberan watched the black spear in Ethan’s grasp with unblinking intensity. There was no question it was a Divine Artifact—and an extraordinary one at that. The power it exuded sent a chill of unmatched fear through him.

"Is that a Supreme Divine Artifact, or perhaps a legendary Chaos Divine Artifact?" Tiberan whispered to himself before shouting, "Everyone! Fall back three hundred feet! Beware the crimson mist!"

The members of the Riverborn Clan scrambled to withdraw.

"Holy heavens, what tier of Divine Artifact is that? The strength is unreal!" Zeon exclaimed, eyes locked onto the weapon.

"It eclipses any Divine Artifact I have ever laid eyes upon."

"Stop gawking! Fall back!"

Liora seized Zeon by the collar, surrounding them both in a protective shell of golden light, and pushed him away toward the safety of the perimeter. She then vaulted into the air, putting dozens of feet between herself and the combatants.

As the murderous mist drifted toward her, a halo of golden energy materialized, shielding her from the corruption.

"Such a vicious aura. I suspect even an Ultimate Supreme would struggle to weather this for long. Where could this weapon have originated?" Liora’s brow furrowed in deep contemplation.

She had crossed paths with Ethan before, but he never failed to deliver a staggering surprise.

"Not even a Supreme Divine Artifact could maintain such terrifying momentum. Could it truly be a Chaos Divine Artifact?" Liora mused silently.

Elsewhere, Glacien and his subordinates mirrored the look of utter shock. They could all sense the raw, immense divine pressure radiating from the black spear. The murderous intent had become so thick it was effectively physical, holding a power that no ordinary Supreme could hope to challenge. Anyone not at the Ultimate Supreme level would be unable to approach within three hundred feet, and even masters would find their stay limited.

"Moonfall Clan, heed my order! Everyone below the Ultimate Supreme realm, fall back at least a thousand feet. Under no circumstances are you to touch that red mist!" Glacien commanded with urgent severity.