The quicksand continued its relentless descent, and Ethan's lungs were screaming for air. The dense sand crushed in from all sides, locking his limbs in place—he couldn't even twitch a finger. All the power in his body was sealed tight, useless. Even shaking his body to quicken the fall was impossible.
He didn't dare release his Senses either. If any War God-rank powerhouses were nearby, a sudden spike from him could alert them. And if they came chasing now, that would be the end.
'Surely, I'm not that unlucky... right?'
"Activate skill: Divine Teleportation… coordinates…"
Just as he prepared to use his last resort, the ground beneath him suddenly gave way. The resistance vanished in an instant. He could move again.
A surge of relief and elation surged through him. He quickly canceled the teleportation input and kicked his legs—finally, they responded. With a whoosh, his entire body dropped like a stone with the shifting sand.
