Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 1032: Not Even Close

Ethan's eyes changed in an instant.

He'd seen that kind of ritual before.

A declaration of war.

He didn't hesitate. His mind steadied, and he immediately called Idra, Auri, and Nysera over.

Three streams of power rushed to him and fused into his body.

Right after that, every energy pattern on the Powered Combat Armor flared. Layer after layer of armor fully activated under the push of that power. Light raced along every structural line, spreading fast, until it all converged into his limbs and the core region at his chest.

Ethan rose into the air again, stopping at a position directly opposite Dorgath.

He didn't strike first. He just looked at him and spoke in an even, calm voice. "If I'm not mistaken, you're probably not very favored by your master. Otherwise you wouldn't be dumped in a place like this to guard the gate."

The instant the words left his mouth, that already-ferocious face across from him sank completely.

Dorgath was enraged.

Its power erupted outward. The energy that had been swirling over its body surged up toward its head, gathering larger and larger until a massive energy sphere formed in midair.

The sphere's surface roiled nonstop. Forces inside it collided and churned, producing a deep, unbroken rumble. Even the space below it was pressed down as if it had sunk.

In the next instant, Dorgath smashed that energy sphere down.

Ethan didn't retreat.

The power in his arms detonated at the same time. White energy surged up along his forearm, meeting that descending giant sphere head-on.

The moment the two forces touched, a rolling thunderclap exploded between heaven and earth. The impact spread crazily from the collision point, tearing dense cracks through the surrounding space. Black lines webbed outward at speed, like a spider's net blooming across the air.

In the fleet, plenty of people stared up at the sight, barely breathing.

To them, an enemy with a size and pressure this absurd should have been able to make anyone pay with a single frontal hit.

But when the collision finally stabilized, they realized Ethan hadn't been crushed at all—he was holding it, inch by inch pushing back against Dorgath's force.

And he was winning.

After the fusion, Ethan's overall level had reached 34 Tier.

The moment that power fully released, white lightning rolled off him.

Not stray arcs, but sweeping sheets of thunderlight that lashed outward with brutal penetration, slamming down again and again from the air.

Each bolt struck Dorgath with uncanny precision, driving that enormous body back step after step. White electric fire burst across its chest, shoulder, and arms. Even its footing—so solid a moment ago—was forced into disarray.

Dorgath tried to stabilize.

Ethan didn't give it a breath.

Wave after wave of white thunder pressed in, driving it farther and farther back until it was forced into a corner where the energy fluctuations were even denser.

That area was narrow to begin with. Once Dorgath's huge body was wedged in, its movement was immediately restricted—its punching range squeezed down, its swings shortened.

Ethan hung in midair, his gaze pressing down coldly.

"So you really are this weak. No wonder they stuck you here to watch the gate. Looks like I gave you way too much credit."

As the words fell, the energy on him surged again.

A tyrannical force punched straight out of his body, spreading, spinning, compressing in front of him until it formed a massive Energy Disc.

Its rim was terrifyingly sharp. Power inside it spun at high speed, and the instant it took shape, the surrounding air was sliced into a piercing hum.

Then Ethan lifted a hand and drove it down.

The Energy Disc chopped straight through.

A dull boom sounded. A gash split open on Dorgath's body at once.

The wound cut from the outer defenses deep into the flesh itself. Violent energy tremors still raged along the edges, forcing the meat apart and tearing open the structure beneath.

In the next instant, Ethan lifted his hand and poured white lightning straight into it.

The thunder drilled wildly along that gash, first condensing into a blinding beam of white—then detonating completely inside Dorgath's body.

It wasn't an explosion that stayed on the surface. It tore outward from deep inside the wound, ripping through in every direction. White thunderlight burst out of its chest and belly, its shoulder and neck, its back all at once—blasting that massive frame apart until it came undone in pieces.

Dorgath's physical body was blown into shredded meat.

But the fight didn't end there.

That thing's Soulforce was terrifyingly strong.

Even with its flesh completely destroyed, its soul didn't disperse. Instead, it condensed rapidly amid the exploding blood mist and flying chunks of gore.

It wasn't a quiet, drifting remnant.

It was a presence that still carried a terrifying offensive will. The instant it took shape, even more savage energy surged out, shaking the surrounding space until it rolled and churned again.

Ethan's gaze sank slightly.

He saw it—between heaven and earth, a strange aura was being dragged in.

Those energies had been scattered across the surroundings, but now it was as if something had seized them by the throat, pulling them in a steady stream toward Dorgath's soul. Faster and faster, thicker and thicker, they gathered—until, in front of that soul-form, they compressed into a violent energy sphere.

For the first time, Ethan's expression truly changed.

He stared at that rampaging sphere as it formed, his chest tightening.

Dorgath's body had already been completely destroyed. By any normal rule, the battle should've ended right there. But it had endured on Soulforce alone—still able to gather strength, still able to attack. Even Ethan hadn't expected a scene like this.

But the shock lasted only a heartbeat.

He forced his breathing down. With a flip of his palm, the lightning inside him snapped toward his hand. White arcs leapt between his fingers, hopping and cracking in his grasp—then drawing in layer by layer, tighter and tighter, until they condensed into a dazzling sphere of thunder.

It wasn't large.

But it was blinding.

White lightning coiled and smashed against itself inside it, producing a dense, razor-sharp series of crackles.

Ethan raised his hand—and threw it.

The lightning sphere punched through the chaotic energy ahead on a straight line, no flourish, no detour—slamming dead-on into Dorgath's soul-form.

The instant they touched, the Soulforce that had been dragging in that strange aura shuddered violently, like something had been nailed down at the root.

Then white lightning detonated in layers, flooding inward along the outline of Dorgath's soul.

Dorgath didn't even get the chance to release a second attack.

White lightning was Soulforce's natural bane.

In less than a single breath, the soul-form that had been raging a moment ago began to collapse in the electric glare. Its edges shattered first—then the whole silhouette buckled and caved in—until not even a trace remained, scattering into ash.

The energy sphere it had just managed to condense lost control as well. It trembled violently twice in midair, then dispersed on its own.

All at once, the surroundings went a lot quieter.