God-Tier Fishing System Chapter 728 728

Their Ancestral Patterns emerged upon their brows, unleashing their bloodline power to its zenith. A subtle crimson haze enveloped them, the unmistakable mark of ignited blood essence.

They had already borne witness to Ethan's formidable might.

This individual possessed the strength to contend with a Perfect Supreme, holding his own without faltering. Wielding that obsidian spear, he could even manifest terrifying power potent enough to vanquish Perfect Supreme experts.

Consequently, Wilford and the others harbored no intention of holding back. They initiated their assault at full intensity from the outset, aiming to deliver a fatal blow to Ethan.

"No. Your adversaries are not merely me. We are your opposition!"

The corners of Ethan's lips upturned, revealing a chilling smile.

With a mere thought, a distinct breath emerged from his mouth and nose, instantaneously solidifying into three distinct clones. They were indistinguishable from his true form, possessing no discernible differences.

Upon witnessing the sudden manifestation of the three clones, Wilford was initially taken aback before erupting into boisterous laughter.

"Ethan, facing the three of us, you actually dare to summon three clones?!"

"You could only exchange blows with us by the grace of a Divine Artifact. Now that you've divided your power threefold to forge these clones, how do you intend to contend against us?" Wilford's voice dripped with utter contempt.

"Great Elder Wilford... even among clones, there exists a disparity!" Ethan merely responded with a cold sneer.

"One Qi Transforms into the Three Pure Ones: Heaven, Earth, Mortal. Attack!"

Acting on impulse, the three clones drastically increased their velocity, appearing directly before Wilford's contingent in the span of a heartbeat.

"So swift!"

Wilford, Helena, and Jason all displayed expressions of astonishment as the clones materialized instantaneously before them.

Their speed was simply unparalleled, far exceeding what an ordinary Perfect Supreme could achieve!

"What is occurring? Why are these clones exhibiting such remarkable speed, matching Ethan's main body without any discernible lag?" Wilford questioned, his brow furrowed in bewilderment.

"I cannot ascertain the reason. It may be attributed to some intricate and profound secret technique."

"However, these three clones lack the augmentation of a potent Divine Artifact, such as that black spear. It is improbable they can pose a significant threat to us," Helena posited.

"Who concerns themselves with such details?! As long as they remain clones, their strength cannot possibly surpass the primary entity. Simply annihilate them and conclude this matter!"

Before his assertion could fully conclude, Jason lunged forward, his massive broadsword clutched firmly, and swung it towards Ethan's Mortal clone.

At that precise moment, three streaks of brilliant light shot forth.

Two elegant longswords and a formidable spear, crackling with arcs of lightning, materialized within the grasp of Ethan's three clones.

The Desolation-Annihilating Sword, the Moon Extinguishing Sword, and the Desolate Thunder Spear!

Thus, the three clones were now armed with their own unique armaments.

Clang!

With a resounding, clear chime, the Mortal clone, wielding the graceful Moon Extinguishing Sword, engaged in a fierce clash against the ponderous broadsword held by Jason.

A potent shockwave erupted outwards, compelling both combatants to recoil a considerable distance.

"Holy grade Spiritual Weapons... these clones... such formidable power and velocity?!"

Jason instinctively glanced down at his hand, which was, in fact, trembling slightly from the sheer force of the impact.

"You three, permit my clones the pleasure of your company for a while. I trust you shall not meet your demise before Lucien does," Ethan retorted, his voice laced with palpable mockery.

"Shameless braggadocio!"

"Do not hesitate! Overcome these clones with the utmost possible speed!"

"Lucien has suffered the loss of an arm and sustained grievous injuries. We absolutely must prevent Lucien from being exposed to Ethan in such a compromised state!" Wilford commanded decisively.

Jason and Helena responded with firm nods. They vigorously channeled their divine power, igniting their blood essence as they surged towards Ethan's clones.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The entirety of the surrounding space vibrated as a ferocious engagement erupted instantaneously.

Wilford and his two companions unleashed a barrage of lethal techniques in rapid succession, yet each was effectively neutralized by Ethan's three clones. Furthermore, the clones' auras and combat prowess showed no signs whatsoever of diminishing.

Following a brief, intense exchange, Wilford's trio disengaged from the fierce melee.

"It is futile! These three clones are indistinguishable from Ethan's primary form. We simply cannot breach their defenses within a limited timeframe!"

"Curse this infernal situation!"

Wilford clenched his jaw. He turned his gaze towards the night sky.

Ethan had already reached Lucien's position!

The Fifth Elder and the Sixth Elder were indisputably restrained by John and James, rendering them unable to intervene. Now, the severely wounded Lucien was forced to confront Ethan, whose own condition remained largely unaffected, entirely alone!

It was universally understood that this confrontation would result in an unequivocally one-sided and devastating defeat.

"All members of the Moonfall Clan, heed my decree! Those who can still stand, shall support the Holy Son at any cost!" Wilford issued a direct command.

Instantly, the nearby Moonfall Clan experts hastily disengaged from their own battles and converged towards Ethan's location.

Meanwhile, Ethan remained suspended in the night sky. The resplendent fiery wings adorning his back beat with a gentle rhythm, radiating waves of searing heat in every direction, causing the very fabric of space around him to ripple.

A faint smile played on Ethan's lips as he observed Lucien. "The Holy Son of the Moonfall Clan... is truly nothing more than this."

Met with Ethan's cutting taunt, Lucien's molars nearly ground to dust. He balled his right fist with immense force, his aura surging wildly towards its zenith, though it was still a far cry from his peak condition.

"Your strength advantage over me is solely due to the power of a Divine Artifact! Without its enhancement, you wouldn't be able to withstand even ten moves from me!" Lucien bellowed in fury.

Outwardly, his visage appeared savage and unhinged, his spirit seemingly on the verge of collapse. However, in truth, he was deliberately prolonging the engagement.

At this very moment, the Perfect Supremes of the Moonfall Clan were fully occupied. Yet, a considerable number of formidable fighters remained within their ranks.

While none among them posed a true threat to Ethan, they could certainly serve to impede him for a short duration.

Once the Great Elder and his contingent concluded their respective fights and became available, this Ethan would inevitably meet his demise!

He had presumed that since the Great Elder and the others were only contending with Ethan's phantom projections, their battle would conclude swiftly.

Observing this, Ethan let out a soft chuckle.

"A Divine Artifact is an integral part of one's might, much like how fortune is a component of strength."

"To possess a Divine Artifact and refrain from utilizing it... only a fool would act so."

"Heh, you worthless trash, spout whatever nonsense you please! Without your Divine Artifact, you are no match for me whatsoever! If you dare, face me without its assistance!"