I clenched my fists as Deathbane Aura continuously overflowed from my body. Under my will, it compressed, spun, and steadily gathered in my right hand. I was determined to destroy the Trial Marriage Stone.
After the Deathbane Aura overflowed from my body, it immediately converged along my skin, gathering in my right hand. The sensation was exhilarating. Ever since the two ghost souls appeared, I hadn't properly fought anyone. Now, with the Deathbane Aura under my control, it was effortless—none of the urgency I used to feel.
Lan Yin stepped aside, and everyone turned to look. At that moment, my right hand felt unusually heavy—I could actually feel its weight. I'd experienced this sensation once before with Iron Mask; when he used Deathbane Aura to create a knife, it had real heft, as if it truly existed.
Gradually, I felt my right hand grow heavier and heavier. My raised fist, burdened by the mass of Deathbane Aura, began to droop.
"That's enough, Ethan Zhang. If you keep gathering it, you won't be able to handle it."
A voice inside my mind warned me.
Suddenly, I widened my eyes, fixed them on the Trial Marriage Stone, and roared in fury. I slammed my fist toward the stone—a thunderous boom erupted, black light shot skyward, and Deathbane Aura rampaged around my body.
Yet, this immense force struck the Trial Marriage Stone as if sinking into the sea. Instead, the rebound from the impact sent me flying back—Lan Yin caught me in his arms.
Gradually, the Deathbane Aura dissipated. Not even a single crack appeared on the Trial Marriage Stone; its smooth surface didn't have so much as a dent.
I kept trying, but no matter how many times I attempted it, the Trial Marriage Stone remained completely unmoved. Gritting my teeth, I released strands of ghostly threads, sending them into the ground. The situation here was much better than I'd expected.