God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 607

Ember and Sylren were completely drawn away by the hibiscus fruit Ethan had thrown out.

For beings at their level, reason could still exist—but only until a treasure of heaven and earth appeared before their eyes.

A hibiscus fruit was enough to anyone lose composure.

If one could seize it, everything else could wait.

That was exactly why the moment the fruit flew out, both sides moved almost instinctively.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Violent roars echoed through the valley as Ember’s subordinates clashed with Sylren and the two Three-Legged Golden Crows. Demonic energy surged like raging tides, colliding again and again, exploding into brilliant but deadly fireworks.

None of them were willing to retreat.

None of them were willing to let the other side get that fruit.

And in the chaos—

Ethan calmly pocketed the last hibiscus fruit.

Only then did Sylren suddenly come back to his senses.

His pupils shrank violently.

"Ethan!"

He forcefully separated from Ember with a wave of scorching Golden Crow Flame and roared furiously.

"Hand over the last hibiscus fruit to me!"

The shout tore through the battlefield like thunder.

Ember’s expression changed instantly.

She followed Sylren’s gaze—and saw Ethan standing calmly in the air, the faint green glow of the hibiscus fruit already gone.

Her heart sank.

At that moment, she finally realized it.

Both she and Sylren had been played.

"What?" Ethan folded his arms leisurely, looking at the two who had abruptly stopped fighting, a faint smile on his lips.

"You don’t want that hibiscus fruit anymore?"

The floating hibiscus fruit above trembled slightly, still sealed in midair by their combined power.

Neither Ember nor Sylren dared to release the seal.

If either withdrew even slightly, the other would immediately snatch it away.

A deadlock.

And Ethan stood outside it, calm and unhurried, like a spectator admiring a carefully arranged play.

A glint of cold light flashed in Ember’s eyes.

"Lunara," she suddenly commanded, "you go deal with Ethan. Do not let him escape in this chaos!"

Lunara answered immediately, her voice calm and steady.

"The Three-Legged Golden Crows’ realm is not suppressed. Deal with them."

"I can hold Ethan down by myself."

"Go!" Ember urged, not thinking any further.

A faint smile flickered across Lunara’s lips.

She turned, her figure flashing, and flew straight toward Ethan.

"Ethan," Lunara said coldly as a black flame sword materialized in her hand, its tip pointing directly between his brows.

"I advise you not to be ignorant. Hand over the hibiscus fruit, or I’ll let you experience the true might of the Palace of the Four Cycles."

Ethan laughed softly.

"So you’re the Saintess of the Palace of the Four Cycles."

"Indeed a peerless genius. But asking me to hand over hibiscus fruit so casually—isn’t that a little naive?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Enough nonsense. Take my sword!"

Lunara stepped forward, black flames surging.

The two collided instantly.

Boom!

Demonic energy and Original Power clashed, waves of scorching air rolling outward.

"Mr. Ethan, what should we do now?" Lunara transmitted secretly.

"Just follow me," Ethan replied calmly.

With a palm strike, he knocked Lunara back, then turned and retreated upward.

"Ethan, stop!" Lunara shouted angrily, immediately giving chase.

Ethan said nothing.

His speed suddenly increased as he fled, while within his palm, faint patterns of the Heaven-Burning Ten Thousand Fire Formation began to condense.

The two figures chased and fought through the air, weaving around Ember and Sylren’s battlefield like ghosts.

Ethan retreated while counterattacking, deliberately dragging the fight across multiple directions.

Bang!

The two exchanged palms again, both forced back dozens of steps.

"Ethan, stop running," Lunara sneered coldly.

"You’re no longer my match."

Ethan staggered slightly.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood sprayed out.

He clutched his chest, his face turning pale, his aura visibly weakening.

"The Saintess of the Palace of the Four Cycles... truly terrifying combat power," he said hoarsely.

The scene immediately drew attention.

Above, Ember and Sylren were still locked in stalemate over the floating hibiscus fruit.

Seeing Ethan’s weakened state, Sylren’s eyes flashed.

"Miss Ember," Sylren called out, his tone measured. "Let’s pause for now."

"If this drags on, neither side will gain anything."

"Ethan is injured. Let us put aside our conflict temporarily and join forces to kill him."

"When we capture him, we split the hibiscus fruit in half. What do you say?"

Ember frowned.

Her gaze swept over Ethan.

His aura was indeed weak—far weaker than before.

If Lunara could suppress him alone, then together they could definitely finish him off.

Yet an inexplicable unease stirred in her heart.

This Ethan’s combat power was terrifying. Even she did not dare claim that she could definitely defeat him—yet he had suffered a loss at Lunara’s hands.

This could only mean one thing.

Lunara’s strength had already caught up to hers... or perhaps even surpassed it.

"Damn it—are the eight strange and ferocious beasts really that powerful?!"

Ember clenched her fists tightly.

Still—

Opportunity was opportunity.

"Fine," Ember said coldly after a brief pause.

"I’ll cooperate with you for now."

"After we kill Ethan, the hibiscus fruit on him will be split evenly."

"This one," she pointed at the floating fruit above, "belongs to me."

Sylren fell silent.

He wanted that fruit just as badly.

But this was not the time to argue.

"Agreed," he said finally. "That one is yours."

"Everyone," Ember commanded sharply, "target Ethan!"

The hibiscus fruit above was sealed firmly. There was no rush.

As long as Ethan fell, everything would return to their hands.

Below, Lunara and Ethan clashed once more.

Flames and demonic energy collided violently, waves of heat surging like rolling tides.

Bang!

Another muffled explosion.

The two separated again.

Ethan stumbled backward, coughing violently.

Another mouthful of blood spilled from his lips.

His face was ashen, his breath disordered—clearly the appearance of severe injury.

"Ethan," Lunara said coldly, sword raised, its tip aimed directly between his brows.

"You’ve already exhausted yourself."

"Surrender. Hand over the hibiscus fruit, and I’ll spare your life."

Outwardly cold and merciless—

But in her heart, Lunara was tense.

This man’s acting... is terrifying.

Even Ember is being fooled.

Swish—swish—swish!

Multiple figures arrived in an instant.

Ember, Sylren, Sorrel, and several experts surrounded Ethan tightly.

The pressure converged like a cage.

Lunara turned slightly and asked calmly, "Miss Ember, what’s the plan?"

"Temporary cooperation," Ember replied coldly. "We deal with Ethan first."

"But—"

"What? Are you questioning me?" Ember’s eyes flashed frost as she cut Lunara off.

"...No."

Lunara lowered her gaze, expression calm.

Let her dance a little longer, she thought.

The fall will hurt more later.

Ethan coughed lightly, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Since you’re all here," he said hoarsely, "why not take the hibiscus fruit first?"

No one moved.

All eyes were on him.

Ethan coughed twice and stuffed a pill into his mouth, pretending it healed his wounds and steadied his breathing.