Chapter 432: The Sigil’s Signal
The moment Ethan activated his skill, Ormund made a move that completely caught him off guard. Ethan had just been urging him to accelerate when, without warning, Ormund stopped cold. Then, with a sudden burst of agility, he rolled mid-air—an entire 360-degree spin—and shifted one body-length to the left.
That’s when Ethan saw it.
A single horn sliced through the air in front of them, its sharp edge shattering the very fabric of space. It pierced the void like a spear. If Ormund hadn’t stopped and rolled at that exact moment—if he’d actually followed Ethan’s command to accelerate—he would’ve been skewered like meat on a spit.
"Hmph... You little punk," came a thunderous voice, heavy with malice. "I’ve been waiting two whole days for you! Let’s see where you run now. Be smart, hand over the Sigil of the Wild Legion—and I might leave you a complete corpse!"
A monstrous figure tore through space, appearing directly in front of Ethan: the Void-Rending Bull. Massive, terrifying, and quite literally capable of rending the void apart.
Ethan’s eyes narrowed. So it really could tear through space and hide inside it. He hadn’t expected this. According to everything he knew, only Saint-rank powerhouses had the ability to step into the void—and even then, they couldn’t move freely while inside. Any motion would forcibly eject them.
He and Ormund had speculated about the beasts that pursued them after escaping the quicksand, and the Void-Rending Bull—whose horn Ethan had shattered with the Sigil—was the first to come up. Ormund had mentioned the Void-Rending Bull tribe typically awakened racial talents tied to brute strength and resilience. Only those with incredibly pure bloodlines might awaken the rare Void Rend ability upon reaching War God-rank. Such creatures could move—albeit slowly—while inside the void.
That explained the brittle horn Ethan had destroyed. He’d originally assumed the beast’s physical toughness was exaggerated, but it had only been hiding its true potential. This monster was no ordinary bull—it was a high-bloodline aberration with the true racial talent: Void Rend.
And now, the broken horn had regrown—smaller, but definitely back.
"What’s the delay?" Ethan called out with strained calm, his eyes fixed on the behemoth. "You think I can’t snap off the other one?"
Despite the tension, his tone remained defiant.
"Ethan," Ormund said urgently, pointing toward the swirling vortex ahead. "That opening in the hurricane—that’s the safe corridor. There’s only one hour left before the Sacred Assembly begins. I’ll hold him off. You go. If you miss the deadline, there won’t be a second chance!"