Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Countless varying sizes of Unmeasurable Calamity Thunder appeared within the space, with the black sphere bizarrely stationary amidst frantic collisions.

And the God-Sealing Panel at this moment also fell into calm, seemingly abandoning its struggle.

Yet among the four, everyone showed a look of seriousness.

Facing this broken divine artifact, no magical artifact belonging to this Saint's World, nobody dared to relax their divine sense for even a moment.

Boom!

This brief calm lasted only a fleeting moment; the broken God-Sealing Panel emitted a sound like shaking stiff paper.

A phantom akin to a deity appeared in the air, with almost simultaneously four nearly transparent hands like iron chains.

Descending upon the four individuals, with the giant hand slowly pulling away.

A force of soul matter gradually extracted from their bodies.

And as the soul matter force was withdrawn, four names slowly scripted upon the God-Sealing Panel.

Hiss!

Sithur Fatty and Zinder Snider's faces suddenly turned ghastly pale.

Instantly suffering severe injury from the God-Sealing Panel.

Zinder Snider and Aleister Bright fared slightly better, yet their faces visibly grimaced much more.

"A mere broken artifact from the Ancient Times dares to snatch away this old man's soul."

Zinder Snider laughed aloud.

He reached out a hand, his arm traversed an unknown amount of space.

Grasped directly onto a corner of the God-Sealing Panel, and simultaneously.

A fist akin to a stellar falling landed directly upon the God-Sealing Panel.

Aleister Bright unleashed a nearly tangible golden Pinnacle Force from his body.

Struck!

Sithur Fatty's God's Country, amidst turmoil, swiftly grabbed a small corner.

The four almost simultaneously began their counterattack.

The moment this force erupted, it was like splendid fireworks exploding open.

Countless space flowers spread across tens of thousands of meters, space ice flowers enveloping numerous powerful living beings, directly swallowing them inside.

And outside the Void, Nine Netherworld Cliff reverberated throughout the Holy Kingdom, under this strike, the tens of thousands of meters surrounding Nine Netherworld Cliff turned completely to nothingness, erased in the most primitive way by this force.

In Nine Netherworld Cliff, nearly no living being survived.

When the space flowers dispersed, Zinder Snider, Bright, Sithur Fatty, and Zinder stood within the original space.

Zinder Snider and Bright bore terrifying wounds on their bodies, yet each held nearly half of the God-Sealing Panel.

Zinder and Sithur Fatty also tore down a small piece.

Under their assault, the broken God-Sealing Panel was divided into four.

Their chests heaved a frantic breath, yet nearly concurrently bore expressions of wild joy.

Even Zinder Snider's demeanor was filled with uncontrollable excitement; this item had transcended the scope of a magical artifact.

Perhaps within it, some insight into the Great Path of the Primordial Era could assist yet another breakthrough, not entirely impossible.

"Fatty, impressive!"

Frederick Cohen shouted aloud, clenching his fist.

Though his prowess could not partake, personally witnessing this Great war stirred waves of passion within him.

And at this moment, a sudden change arose.

The Hand of Death descended once more, and this soul-extracting force seemed a hundredfold stronger than before.

Oh no! The God-Sealing Panel's core has detected the disturbance here!

Zinder Snider roared in anger.

Their heavily injured bodies, hardly able to withstand the power of the God-Sealing Panel again.

A jet of blood shot out, his body vanished abruptly between the original spaces.

Aleister Bright and Zinder also departed instantly.

The Hand of Death grasped fiercely at the little fat man, his face instantly turned ghastly pale.

In retrieving the broken page of the God-Sealing Panel, the power of the divine picture had been exhausted entirely, leaving him unable to match this terrifying force of fury.

Death!

An unseen notion looming over him, nearly shattering his divine sense.

"Get lost!"

At that moment, Ethan Smith surged the Power of Darkness throughout his body, he forcefully knocked Sithur Fatty aside.

Rescuing Sithur Fatty in this critical juncture, then raised the Heaven Path Umbrella to block before him.

"Can't withstand it!"

Alex cried out frantically.

Boom.

Before his cries ceased, the Heaven Path Umbrella was instantly shocked into tatters by this force.

The Heaven Path's curtain scattered into stars; the entire umbrella handle shattered into countless wooden pieces, piercing into Ethan Smith's body.

In the Void, two words appeared.

Ethan Smith.

...

His consciousness began to blur; vaguely he seemed to hear roars and cries beside him before he completely fell into unconsciousness.

"Lu, the Divine Healer, no matter what I beg you to save him, any treasure from my Sithur Family is yours."

Heavenly Treasure Continent, within the Sithur Family.

Sithur Fatty roared, bloodshot with mania, like a rampaging beast.

"Young Master Sithur, even if you give me the God-Sealing Panel, there is nothing I can do; this exceeds the limits of my abilities. It's not his injuries that are most severe now, but his Divine Soul drawn away by the God-Sealing Panel."

Lu, the Divine Healer's blade glinted within his hand, instantly split Ethan Smith's head in two.

"You're courting death!"

Frederick Cohen's eyes turned scarlet.

Hold on! Just watch!

A Silver needle dropped onto his arm, Frederick Cohen's body was instantly bound, no matter how he struggled, unable to move a fraction.

Lu, the Divine Healer halted Frederick Cohen's actions, signaled him to look at Ethan Smith's neck.

Currently, countless creeping blood threads stitched his neck together.

Within merely this clash, Ethan Smith's body had already restored completely.

"Given to those enthroned by gods, even harbor death lacks qualification."

Lu, the Divine Healer shook his head.

"Keaton Bian once sought me out; for nearly a hundred years I exhausted all my life's means, unable to help him escape that fog, ultimately watched as he turned into Nine Netherworld Cliff's mystery. But the woman that he brought, I have means to stabilize her injuries; that part is no charge…"

Lu, the Divine Healer shook his head, departed the room.

The entire space fell into still silence, does Ethan Smith's fate merely reduce to a cliff bottom anomaly?

"Ethan Smith, you better wake the hell up; aren't you going to find Emily Taylor! Are you content to halt here?"

Frederick Cohen seized Ethan Smith's neck, roaring.

"He might regain consciousness; Lu, the Divine Healer said he would come increasingly distant from himself, till he completely veers away into unconscious mind and finally turns strange."

After a long time, Alex finally spoke the brutal truth.

"This is your fault! If not for saving you, Ethan Smith wouldn't be like this!"

Frederick Cohen punched Sithur Fatty in the face, dislocating bones there.

Sithur Fatty's body crashed hard to the ground, blood seeped from his face, sitting dazed, lost in thought.

Calm down! This was Ethan Smith's own choice!

Aiden slapped Frederick Cohen hard across the face.