Angels

At that moment, everyone was frozen in shock—whether it was Nathaniel Grant standing in front of Ethan, the three middle-aged men behind him, the crowds outside in the bustling downtown district, or even Isabella herself.

Their eyes were wide, mouths slightly open, not a single person daring to speak.

From the moment the 9-Tier Inferno Pit Fiend had suddenly appeared to the instant Ethan casually flicked his fingers and incinerated it with a burst of white flame, mere seconds had passed. But in those few seconds, he had completely shattered everyone's understanding of reality.

That was a 9-Tier Champion Unit!

In the real world, something of that caliber wasn't just powerful—it was a walking catastrophe. Maybe not quite on the level of a nuclear bomb, but at the very least, it could take on ten, maybe even a hundred opponents single-handedly. And not just any opponents—Common-tier heroes!

And yet…