In front of the cave, the storm poured down from the heavens.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, turning the barren mountain into a realm of chaos. Only when lightning and thunder flashed did a trace of light attempt to pierce the desolation. But immediately, countless raindrops drowned out those rare flashes, falling in a vast, unending torrent.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh.
In an instant, thunder and lightning raged, wind and rain howled in fury.
Among Specters, only those with names are at least Sect-Class, and must possess unique traits—like the Mu Specters, whose eyes, upon reaching Sect-Class, display a three-starred triangle pattern.
In front of the cave, Eye Six couldn't even open its mouth—only able to feel the formless pressure of Inspiration suppressing its solid ghost body, it could produce nothing but a furious, venomous sound.
Hatred!
It hated—hated with all its being!
But the only answer to its hatred was a single slap.
Andrew Han lightly brushed off his pale-blue windbreaker, his left palm turning as he summoned Inspiration: "I asked for your opinion, not for you to stare at me—if you can't speak Chinese, you're as good as dead."
Smack!
A radiant palm descended from above.
It resembled the ancient imperial jade seal of Sinovera—lustrous and translucent, brimming with majesty inside and out. As it turned, it felt as if the sky itself was collapsing, filling Eye Six, the Sect-Class Specter, with an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
"Why?"
"Even a titled third-step Martial Lord couldn’t possess Inspiration this fierce," Eye Six was so terrified its gaze froze, forced to watch helplessly as that palm struck its ghost body.
Crack.
At the brink of death.
It distinctly heard a sharp crack.
In its fading consciousness, as darkness overtook it, Eye Six seemed to glimpse a towering, world-supporting figure—storm swirling endlessly in its palm, clad in gleaming pale-blue armor, descending from the heights of the ninth heaven.
At this moment.
Eye Six was slain, and Eye Seven had already perished.
"Andrew Han!"
A savage, piercing roar echoed across the barren mountain. Aside from Eye Eight and Eye Nine of the Peerless Prodigy Battle, and the recently slain Eye Six and Eye Seven, three more burst from the mountain’s depths: Second Eye, Fourth Eye, and Fifth Eye.
Their names were brutally simple.
Yet among Specters, any who possess a name are at least Sect-Class and must have unique traits—like the Mu Specters, whose eyes form a bizarre three-starred triangle once they reach Sect-Class.
"Damn it."
"The fiend who killed Eye Eight and Eye Nine actually dares to invade our Mu territory!" The three circled the desolate mountain in a frenzy, refusing to confront Andrew Han and instead scrambling to save the remaining Mu Specters.
As for Andrew Han, his death was certain!
They had already awakened Eye One, who was cultivating deep within the mountain; surely, Andrew Han would be killed.
Hiss!
Second Eye expanded its solid ghost body, shrouding a hundred meters around in darkness and offering the frantic, dying Mu Specters a glimmer of hope amidst the gloom.
Fourth Eye and Fifth Eye did the same.
They sheltered as many Specters as possible, gnashing their teeth and glaring at the calmly composed Andrew Han, longing to tear his soul apart.
"How many have died?"
"At least several hundred have died in agony... If the storm hadn’t dulled our senses, would we have let Andrew Han sneak up on us before barely noticing?" Second Eye roared again and again, its scarlet eyes burning with ruthless resentment.
It could barely restrain the violence surging in its heart.
Last month, Eye Eight and Eye Nine died... and now Eye Six and Eye Seven have just been killed... The Mu clan has suffered a devastating blow and is bound to decline for centuries.
But Second Eye believed—
As long as Eye One remained, the Mu clan could never be wiped out, for Eye One was a great-class Specter!
"Hm?"
"Three Sect-Class Specters?"
Andrew Han sized them up, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
His memories from his previous life were vivid, and combined with his current senses, he could easily distinguish these three Sect-Class Specters from the one he sought—the differences were subtle but unmistakable.
Still—
He had no interest in chasing down ordinary Specters.
For Andrew Han at his current level, anything below Sect-Class was pathetically weak—he could kill Specters with nothing but a glare, so why waste time entangling with them?
"My time is far too precious."
"So you’ve managed to dodge the storm—what of it? Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you still can’t escape your destined death."
Andrew Han stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and indifferent.
In the next instant—
His legs stood straight as pines, like towering pillars rooted in the barren mountain. As he drew in a slow breath, his chest expanded with power—no less imposing than Ling Qianyun herself—and even caused the dark clouds overhead to bulge outward into a shallow funnel.
That single breath contained the force of an ocean.
"What is he planning?" Second Eye, Fourth Eye, and Fifth Eye were all on guard, their ghost bodies churning, ready to confront Andrew Han at any moment.
But in the next instant—
Their fierce, scarlet eyes froze.
"Mountain!"
Andrew Han threw back his head and let out a sky-shaking roar, as brilliant and fierce as the blazing sun.
As the sound waves swept out, formless Inspiration expanded in every direction—like shimmering ripples radiating from his pale-blue figure—spreading Internal Power and Inspiration with unparalleled lethality.
That's right—
They could withstand the storm, but not the shockwaves!
"Mountain!" "Mountain!" "Mountain!"
The roar echoed skyward, piercing through the clouds—so powerful it nearly shook the endless expanse of darkness above.
Immediately afterward—
Sound waves infused with Internal Power and Inspiration crashed into the underside of the clouds, spreading even more violently and enveloping the entire barren, Specter-haunted mountain.
"No!"
Second Eye howled in desperation, trying to rouse Eye One.
But—
The disaster had already struck.
Wherever the roaring shockwaves swept, they shattered withered trees, sent countless rocks and dust flying, and annihilated every Specter below Sect-Class.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
No matter how they howled and struggled, their ghostly bodies burst like insubstantial bubbles—shattering in an instant and vanishing into dust, utterly unable to withstand such devastating, widespread slaughter.
"Why?"
Fourth Eye’s ghost body writhed, consumed by uncontrollable rage.
With a single roar, Andrew Han wiped out all the Mu Specters for miles. The vast, empty mountain was left with only the three Sect-Class Specters, and a chilling sense of apocalypse hung in the air.
Just then—
"Why?"
Andrew Han’s figure blurred like a phantom, shooting skyward like lightning, his left fist clenched as if wielding a radiant, swirling hammer. "Because it’s my destiny to kill you."
Swish—
In the center of his left palm, Inspiration gathered, as if nurturing a world-shaking power.
"Run!"