God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 611

"You two," Kaela said coldly, her gaze sharp as a blade.

"directly transfer your demonic energy into the formation. I will condense a more powerful killing strike."

The two Three-Legged Golden Crows did not hesitate.

Their wings spread wide as blazing demonic energy surged out of their bodies, pouring into the formation like raging rivers. The formation patterns instantly brightened, the demonic runes spinning faster, attacks becoming denser and more ferocious.

Bolts of destructive light rained down continuously, tearing the air apart.

After several breaths, Kaela’s brows knitted tightly.

"Damn it..." Her face darkened.

"Why is this human so fast? He’s like a rat slipping through cracks."

Sorrel laughed coldly from the side.

"So you can only dodge?"

"Enough hiding."

Ethan suddenly halted midair.

He turned calmly, raised his palm, and struck forward.

Star Reaching Hand!

A colossal, radiant palm condensed in front of him, brilliant and majestic, directly blocking all the incoming attacks. The violent demonic beams crashed into the palm, exploding one after another, yet not a single ripple appeared on its surface.

In the next instant—

Ethan tore through the exploding light mist and rushed straight toward Kaela.

In his palm, a fireball burned like a newborn star.

At the same time, he flicked his fingers.

Two drops of blood essence flew out and merged into the fireball.

Boom!

Flames erupted instantly.

The Star of Great Stillness transformed completely, bloody fire surging outward, its power skyrocketing to a terrifying level. The wind and clouds twisted, space trembling violently as if it could shatter at any moment.

The next second, the fireball slammed directly into the formation barrier.

Kaela’s expression changed drastically.

Her pupils shrank violently.

Because she clearly felt it—

An extreme, bone-chilling destructive force.

Kairon reacted first.

"No—get out of the way!"

His roar shook the air.

The faces of everyone present changed instantly. Horror surged into their eyes as they hurriedly retreated.

But Ethan had no intention of letting them escape.

"The secret technique of the stars..."

His eyes were calm, merciless.

"Supreme Prisoner’s Heavenly Lock!"

The Emperor Star within his body trembled violently.

A terrifying power of the stars surged outward.

High above, a massive golden vortex suddenly appeared, spinning wildly. Thick golden chains shot down like divine punishment, covering an area of fifty feet in an instant.

The space itself seemed sealed.

At the same moment, Ethan’s voice echoed in Lunara’s ears through divine sense.

"The time has come. Take action."

Lunara did not hesitate.

She silently retreated several dozen feet, clasped her hands together, and formed a seal. Dark flames ignited within her eyes, burning fiercely.

"Crazy Flame Heavenly Prison!"

A pair of massive wings blazing with black flames suddenly unfurled behind her back.

The terrifying flame power surged upward, intertwining and weaving together in midair, instantly forming a colossal black flame cage.

In the blink of an eye, the Palace of the Four Cycles, Sylren, and the others were completely enveloped within it.

Only then did Sylren and Ember react.

Ember turned her head sharply toward Lunara, her face instantly turning icy.

"Lunara," she asked coldly.

"what are you doing?"

The others were equally stunned. None of them had expected the Saintess of the Palace of the Four Cycles to suddenly turn on them.

Lunara laughed softly, her voice calm yet filled with sharp mockery.

"What am I doing?"

"Miss Ember, can’t you understand?"

"You—!" Ember’s eyes burned with fury.

"You secretly colluded with that human!"

"Our Golden Phoenix clan really raised a white-eyed wolf!"

"Hahaha," Lunara laughed, her eyes icy.

"Stop pretending."

"You know exactly why you trained me."

Ember sneered.

"I told my father long ago—raising a tiger invites disaster."

"Even blood contract techniques can’t truly control you."

"I was right."

She raised her sword, killing intent surging.

"Today, I’ll cripple your cultivation, break your limbs, and personally escort you to my father for judgment!"

Her figure flashed, rushing toward Lunara like a blazing meteor.

But—

Dozens of golden chains suddenly shot down, blocking her path.

Ember’s expression changed. She halted abruptly, twisting her body to dodge.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The chains crisscrossed like a net, locking the surrounding space and trapping her firmly within.

"Such a trivial technique..."

Ember slashed out with her sword.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sharp sword energy struck the chains, producing only crisp metallic sounds—no damage at all.

Her expression finally turned ugly.

"What kind of technique is this?!"

She glanced around.

Everyone—Sorrel, Sylren, the elders, the elites—were all restrained by the golden chains. Outside, the Crazy Flame Heavenly Prison continued to release terrifying black flames, sealing their escape routes completely.

"Your Highness... Lunara!" Sorrel roared furiously.

"You actually colluded with the human race—traitor!"

The shock had passed, replaced by blazing anger.

They still couldn’t understand why the Saintess of their Palace would betray them like this.

From Ember and Lunara’s exchange, Sorrel vaguely sensed deep internal conflicts within the Golden Phoenix clan—but there was no time to think further.

A traitor was a traitor.

She deserved death.

Eryon stood frozen in place, his brows tightly furrowed.

Lunara... was the goddess in his heart.

He had pursued her openly and relentlessly.

He had even declared to the outside world that anyone who wished to court Lunara must first defeat him.

For this, he had set up arenas and crushed countless challengers across the northwest of the Demon Territory.

Gradually, fewer and fewer dared to approach Lunara.

No one wanted to offend a super genius of the White Tiger clan.

And yet—

He never won her heart.

Lunara cared only about cultivation, strength, and escaping Valerius’s control. She rejected him without hesitation.

Still, Eryon refused to give up.

Until one day, Lunara grew impatient and made a bet.

If Eryon defeated her, she would belong to him.

The result was obvious.

She crushed him.

After that, Eryon kept his promise and withdrew.

But even now... he could not let go.

Seeing Lunara stand on the opposite side, he felt a deep ache in his chest.

"Lunara!" He shouted loudly.

"I believe you must have your own difficulties!"

"Stop now. Let’s first take down Ethan together."

"If you have any problems, tell me—"

"I, Eryon, will do everything I can to help you solve them!"

Lunara glanced at him indifferently.

"Eryon," she said calmly, "I told you long ago."

"I have no interest in you."

"Paying attention to me is just a waste of time."

"I will solve my own problems."

Eryon clenched his fists.

"Lunara, calm down! Trust me—I can help you!"

She laughed.

The laughter was cold, sharp, merciless.

"Hahaha, help me solve it. Can you deal with Valerius, or can you break the blood contract technique?" Lunara asked coldly.