God-Tier Fishing System Chapter 722

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, their eyes wide with disbelief. Such a spectacle was truly unheard of, bordering on the miraculous!

To withstand the full force of an Emperor Realm expert's assault and not only emerge unscathed but also completely eradicate any lingering Qi from the attack was astounding.

An injury of this magnitude would typically demand weeks, if not years, for complete recovery.

Yet, before their very eyes, Ethan's right arm began to regenerate at an astonishing, visible pace.

This turn of events defied all conventional understanding!

"Big Sis, you're a goddess! Young Master Ethan is truly alright!"

Relief washing over his face, Zeon beamed, offering his sister a congratulatory thumbs-up, the first praise she'd received all day.

"Look at Ethan's arm. Just how robust must his vitality be to heal and mend wounds inflicted by an Emperor Realm expert so swiftly?"

"This fellow's physical body likely surpasses that of many Ancient Species or even Divine Beasts!"

Liora observed Ethan with a grave expression; the sheer speed of his recovery was nothing short of heaven-defying.

"I've always told you, Young Master Ethan is no ordinary person. He consistently delivers endless surprises... or perhaps, even heart-stopping shocks."

"Sis, I'm telling you the truth. This might just be the beginning for Young Master Ethan. He's likely to bestow even greater astonishment upon you soon!" Zeon responded with a grin.

He crossed his arms confidently, his posture screaming pride, as if to say, 'See how impressive your brother is? Such an incredible figure is my close confidant!'

"It appears you have immense faith in Ethan."

"If you're so certain, why were you practically trembling with fear moments ago? You were close to tears," Liora teased gently.

"Sis, your perception was mistaken! Besides, isn't it perfectly natural for me to be concerned about Ethan?"

"Doesn't showing care for a friend come as second nature?!"

Zeon cleared his throat a couple of times before turning his gaze back to Ethan, his heart filled with exhilaration.

Liora paid no mind to her brother's antics and continued her focused observation of Ethan.

Not only was this individual's combat prowess terrifying, but his regenerative capabilities were so monstrous they sent shivers down one's spine. However, what truly captivated Liora's attention was Ethan's state of mind.

That unhurried demeanor, his expression remaining utterly unchanged as if Mount Tai itself were crumbling before him.

Such an ironclad mental fortitude was far beyond the reach of an ordinary individual.

Upon seeing Ethan emerge in the distance, Tiberan's initial surprise quickly gave way to a profound sigh of relief.

"This Ethan is simply too monstrous! To survive an attack from an Emperor Realm expert and appear largely unharmed is unbelievable."

"His combat strength is terrifyingly potent; I suspect he might even rival my own abilities."

"Althea, your discernment in choosing allies far surpasses your father's," Tiberan mused inwardly.

With that thought settled, his expression reverted to one of calm. He then looked towards Glacien and the others, letting out a hearty laugh.

"Glacien, it appears the Ancestor of your Moonfall Clan is not as formidable as you proclaimed! To think he would miss his mark when targeting a junior?"

"Fascinating! Utterly fascinating!"

Tiberan remarked, clapping his hands together with a mocking grin, his sarcasm practically dripping from every word.

The dynamic between the two factions had undergone a complete and dramatic reversal.

Glacien and his companions glared at Ethan, their faces contorted with displeasure as they clenched their fists tightly.

Even though the Ancestor's strike was delivered from a considerable distance, its power should have been insurmountable for a Perfect Supreme, let alone Ethan, who was merely a peak Upper Supreme. How could he possibly have evaded it?

"What kind of peculiar secret technique or divine ability did this brat employ to actually escape the Ancestor's strike?!" Wilford's brow furrowed deeply, his expression grim.

"This accursed Ethan!" Glacien ground his teeth, his face ashen with incandescent rage.

"Since the High Priestess declared this Ethan to be the Star of Calamity for our Moonfall Clan, it is not entirely surprising that he possesses some degree of skill."

"However, this is where his journey ends."

"He had to expend all his effort just to evade a casual strike from the Ancestor. When the Ancestor unleashes his true power in the next attack, will he not still face certain doom?" Helena countered.

"The Fourth Elder speaks the truth!"

"Regardless of how potent Ethan's combat strength may be, or how astonishing his talent, it is impossible for him to escape the Ancestor's grasp. Today, Ethan is undoubtedly destined to perish!" Chief Commander Jason concurred emphatically.

"Then, we shall entrust the rest to the Ancestor. We must ensure we are no longer hindered by Ethan's interference."

"Everyone, maintain the Formation with all your might! We shall shatter the Riverborn Clan's Divine-tier Grand Formation in a single, decisive push!"

Glacien closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath to quell his agitated spirit before issuing the command.

"Understood!"

The members of the Moonfall Clan acknowledged his order. Redirecting their focus to Tiberan, they vigorously channeled the icy divine power flowing within them.

The Formation's might surged, and the Ice Giant's imposing aura escalated in response. Its armor grew more robust and unyielding, the frost it exhaled turned piercingly frigid, and the colossal broadsword it wielded glinted with sharp, chilling edges.

"All members of the Riverborn Clan, heed my command! Today, you must impede Glacien and his forces at all costs! Buy Ethan the time he needs!" Tiberan proclaimed.

The brief respite between the two factions concluded almost instantly. In under half a minute, the intense clash of Formations reignited with ferocity.

Ethan gazed down at his right arm.

Under the influence of the Heart of Hibiscus, all the destructive icy divine power had been eradicated. His shattered arm had mended and rejoined itself.

The flesh that had been stripped away by the icy divine power began regenerating at an astonishing rate. It wouldn't be long before his right arm recuperated to about seventy or eighty percent of its former state.

This was, without question, the gravest injury he had sustained throughout his years.

The prowess of an Emperor Realm expert was truly formidable. And this was merely an attack launched from an immense distance by the Moonfall Clan's Ancestor.

Had he been struck directly at close quarters, the outcome would have been far more dire than merely losing an arm.

He would have been fortunate to even survive such a blow.

With this grim realization, Ethan consumed several high-grade healing pills and downed a bottle of Green Lemon Tea to restore his depleted stamina.