He was not the only Alliance Elder present.
Four or five other elders stood along the coastline, gazing into the distant battlefield.
Chaotic light scattered, shockwaves detonated through the air, and thunderous booms rolled outward, driving the tides into restless surges.
On the law-distorted battlefield, a colossal chain of water—stretching a full kilometer—loomed like a divine, ghost-slaying chain bestowed by the heavens, its momentum overwhelming and impossible to ignore.
Yet Andrew Han’s cyan radiance was harder to discern from afar.
“No, something is definitely off.”
Quinn Qing spoke again in a deep voice: “Lord Han is absolutely not fighting at full strength—could he be holding back for some reason?”
Quinn Qing, Alliance Elder, had once personally visited to apologize and clear up past misunderstandings.
Because of this,
he vaguely sensed the terrifying depths of Andrew Han’s power.
Beside him, Shawn Xiao rubbed his bald head. As a Martial Lord, he could barely focus his vision to glimpse the distant battle, then shook his head.
“You’re right—True Person Han really is formidable.”
“But Venerable Saint Quentin Suo is even stronger! As the saying goes, there’s always a higher mountain—without comparison, there’s no... well, True Person Han is certainly fierce and can restrain Netherfiends, but compared to a Venerable Saint, there’s still a gap.”
Shawn Xiao’s guess found agreement among many of the elders.
Unable to see the details of the battle, they continued to call Andrew Han ‘True Person Han.’ If they could witness the fight clearly, they’d likely be stunned and immediately change how they addressed him.
“No.”
“I’ve mentioned this before.” Only Quinn Qing disagreed with that assessment: “True Person Han is no longer just a ‘True Person’—he’s very likely reached the level of a Venerable Saint.”
Hearing this, Shawn Xiao just smiled and waved his hand: “Alright, let’s not argue about it.”
A frigid winter night blanketed the shore, cold sea winds sweeping across the battlefield.
Only the moonlight, silk-bright as it poured down, rendered the entire scene unusually silent—all eyes waiting for the battle’s outcome.