It was November, autumn. The cool sea breeze swept across the East Sea of Sinovera, sunlight pouring down on a vast, cloudless ocean. Around the desolate Green Mountain Island, waves surged almost a hundred meters high.
Boom!
As the Black Dragon crashed into the sea, Andrew Han tore through the flames spewing from its mouth. His green-robed figure streaked across the sky like a meteor, the air erupting with thunderous shockwaves that underscored his unstoppable power.
How wild, how violent!
How heroic, how tragic!
Even the chaotic waves below split in two, as if parting to make way for Andrew Han.
Bang!
Andrew Han seemed like an ancient giant, smashing down the sky itself onto the East Sea. His right fist traced an arc, hanging in midair like a cascading waterfall, shattering the Netherfiend’s ghostly body.
The vast Green Mountain phantom pressed down through the ages—Netherfiends could not move.
In truth, this Green Mountain Art was no longer just Andrew Han’s power alone. A surge of solemn, tragic emotion triggered a mystical transformation across the whole Green Mountain Island, giving rise to the Glory to Green Mountain Sect technique—a towering, unmatched mountain.
"No!"
All the Netherfiends wailed in despair.
Rumble!
Andrew Han dove downward.
The Furious Rainfall Technique unleashed its profound, awe-inspiring power. Light behind him shifted wildly, gathering into a massive, tranquil storm cloud—nearly a hundred meters across, like the omen before a thunderstorm. Suddenly, all of it ignited, sparking flames that transformed into blazing clouds.
Blazing, resounding, scorching—the entire East Sea burned.
With that collision in midair, a deafening boom echoed—clouds and sky seemed to tremble. Andrew Han struck down two more Netherfiends.
Rumble!
The blazing clouds trailed long tails of fire, ripping through the sky.
"Damn you, damn you—Andrew Han, human!" The Black Dragon charged at Andrew, its massive claws and tail lashing out, sweeping across the blue sea.