Kill?
Or not kill?
This is a serious question... Only above blood-soaked Great-Class Specters do you have Netherfiends—beings capable of manifesting the netherworld and turning reality to nothingness, entities whose power rivals that of humans in the Law Realm.
"Though I don't know if I can kill one."
"But at least for now, I must not kill. Netherfiends must not be killed." Andrew Han let out a gentle sigh, leading the scientists northward, suppressing the killing intent in his heart.
First: the core of this mission is rescuing the scientists.
Second: the global situation is already tense. If a Netherfiend is killed, it could easily trigger collective fury among the Specters, becoming the fuse for a full-scale Demon and Specter invasion.
Who could bear the consequences?
If, due to a moment's recklessness, the situation breaks down—regardless of the Law Realm's blame or humanity facing disaster—Andrew Han could never forgive himself. This goes beyond responsibility; it would be the height of foolishness.
No matter how strong one’s martial power, there are still things to be feared.
Andrew Han thought to himself: unless all Law Realm guardians have returned, only then can I let go of my reservations and kill freely in all directions.
Moreover, it’s not just Andrew Han—every member of Sinovera’s Titled Sequence, and the hidden Law Realm powers across the nation, are all waiting—waiting for the calamity to end, waiting for the Law Realm’s return.
"Forget it."
Andrew Han shook his head and kept moving forward.
Most of the scientists beside him were elderly and frail. For those too old to walk, Andrew supported them with Internal Power. There was no idle chatter; only the more robust scientists whispered among themselves as the group continued northward.
To be precise—
The farther they walked, the better; the farther from the Specter nether domain, the safer they would be!
"Almost there."
"Universal Martial Practice isn’t far off... and the fighter jets and transport planes dispatched by Sinovera are probably about to arrive as well." Andrew Han lifted his head slightly, looking northward.
The human Law Realm holds down the Specters and Netherfiends, giving Sinovera the chance to send fighter jets, transport planes, and well-equipped fleets. Without Netherfiend deterrence, Indira is nothing but a paper tiger before Sinovera—utterly unable to withstand a single blow.
At this moment—
What Andrew Han needed to do was wait.
Before Sinovera’s fighter jets and transport planes arrived, he had to ensure the scientists’ safety and guard against Specter ambushes.
The sky was a deep, clear blue, with a blazing sun hanging overhead like a furnace.
The air was stiflingly hot, waves of heat rolling in.
"It’s too hot."
Andrew Han frowned, glancing at the scientists around him. "These people have just come up from underground. Suddenly exposed to this heat, I’m afraid they won’t be able to handle it."
Thinking of this, he simply used martial arts.
Invisible, colorless streams of wind stirred the air around them—mysterious and uncanny—dissipating the heat and lowering the temperature.
“Much cooler now.” A middle-aged scientist’s eyes lit up. He stretched out his arms, breathing deeply and feeling refreshed, filled with astonishment.
The middle-aged scientist guessed that this coolness must have been produced by martial power.
As they continued north, getting farther from the temple, people grew scarcer; all around were tropical plants and jungle. Occasionally, the staccato of machine guns could be heard, prompting the group to quicken their pace.
In fact—
With Andrew Han escorting them, unless a giant Netherfiend suddenly attacked, no one could harm these people.
Slowing his pace, a middle-aged scientist looked at Andrew Han with curiosity. "Are you a martial practitioner from Sinovera? Was that brilliance just now martial Inspiration?"
"Yes." Andrew Han smiled.
He had always respected scientists, and casually explained a couple of sentences.
"Are you from Southvale Province?" The middle-aged scientist’s face grew excited. "I’m from Southvale too. Let’s keep in touch when we have time."
...
Andrew Han blinked.
For some reason, Andrew Han felt that the middle-aged scientist’s gaze was a bit odd—like he was studying a rare specimen or a prized treasure.
"Ahem."
"Let’s get on the transport plane first. We can talk later."
Out of courtesy, Andrew Han didn’t refuse directly. He pointed toward the northern sky... In the blue expanse, several tiny black dots appeared. The scientists couldn’t make out what they were, but Andrew Han could see clearly.
If there were no clouds, his eyesight could reach thousands of meters into the sky!
Huh?
He could see that far away?
The middle-aged scientist grew even more excited. He was usually most passionate about researching martial power, especially the fusion of heaven-and-earth force in the Titled Martial Lord Realm. Yet he hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back.
Less than half a minute later—
The group stood in a clearing in the tropical jungle, surrounded by lush growth, watching as Sinovera’s transport planes and fighter jets gradually descended.
“Wonderful, wonderful!”
"We can go home now. I recognize the transport plane model—it’s one Sinovera developed just last year. Those three fighter jets, though, I’ve never seen before. Must be new models..." The scientists were visibly excited, overjoyed and moved to tears.
Escaping alive from the Specter nether domain was something worth celebrating.
None of them had ever imagined they’d see the sun again, return to the world above, and rejoin human society.
However—
While the scientists rejoiced, Andrew Han frowned.
His crystal-diamond Inspiration had an extremely wide sensing range—no Specter could hide from it.
"This is strange."
Andrew Han squinted at the slowly descending transport plane, dust swirling and wind whipping around. "With Inspiration this precise, I’ve detected a fourth Netherfiend... but it’s burrowing underground, not attacking—perhaps it’s waiting for the right moment."
Netherfiends are cruel and violent, rivaling the human Law Realm in power—monsters of terrifying strength, far above the pinnacle. There’s no way it would simply let them go.
Perhaps there was some unforeseen reason that made the fourth Netherfiend wary, preventing it from attacking openly... This left Andrew Han puzzled. What was it afraid of?
Within the Specter nether domain, he hadn’t revealed his full strength.
So in the Netherfiend’s eyes, it surely didn’t know his true power... Besides his earth-shaking Inspiration, what else could make a Netherfiend hesitate?
"Unless—"
"The reason for its wariness isn’t me, but something else entirely." Andrew Han’s gaze flickered. The scientists were already lining up to board the transport plane, while the Netherfiend still lurked underground.
Keep hiding, then.
If you won’t show yourself, it actually makes things easier... Andrew Han shook his head with a wry smile, stopped thinking about it, and turned toward Sinovera’s giant transport plane.
He’d only taken two steps—
Andrew Han’s expression changed slightly—the Netherfiend moved!
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From a thousand meters underground, it suddenly surged upward, covering two hundred meters in an instant—like a terrifying presence rising from the depths of hell, baring its fangs and heralding disaster, its nether energy spreading.
The temperature in the tropical jungle plummeted!
The blazing sunlight seemed shrouded in gloom.
Five hundred meters underground... three hundred meters... The Netherfiend was now almost within reach, revealing its silvery-white, spectral form. Its eyes glinted with malice and cruelty, nether ghost energy ready to burst forth!
Time seemed to freeze.
While the scientists continued boarding the transport plane, Andrew Han—clad in his green robe—slowly turned and raised his right fist.
He half-turned.
His legs rooted to the ground, like a towering mountain standing firm.
His blood-red right fist ignited with dazzling brilliance... The crystal-diamond Inspiration spun, radiating mysterious, tangible light; magma-state Internal Power erupted violently within.
"Come on!"
“Today, I’ll see for myself why Netherfiends are feared as the terrors of the underworld!” Andrew Han’s face was solemn to the extreme, his right fist rising from his waist as boundless power roared into the sky.
His immaculate green robe billowed behind him.
His black-and-white eyes shone like comets.
“Human—Andrew Han!” The silver-white Netherfiend burst from the ground, meeting Andrew Han’s right fist head-on. “You’re sharp, discovering me ahead of time... but it’s meaningless!”
“Hope is right before your eyes, escape within reach.”
“But now that I’ve arrived, none of you will survive—not a single one!”
Nothing is crueler than letting people glimpse hope—touch it with their own hands, nearly escape—and then destroying it, extinguishing it, cutting off the light.
That was the silver-white Specter’s joy.
Boom!!!
Andrew Han’s blood-red right fist struck through the air, the silver-white Specter dominating the scene and forcing Andrew Han back three steps.
“The fourth Netherfiend!”
Andrew Han’s face darkened. Power erupted as he clashed with the silver-white Specter dozens of times, their blows flickering like phantom images. “You’d even kill the scientists? Aren’t you afraid the other three Netherfiends will return and punish you?”
In an instant, the battle raged—silver-white Netherfiend had the upper hand.
“Heh heh.”
The Netherfiend was wild and unrestrained, its ghostly voice like a whisper—strange, unfathomable, and terrifying: “Those three Netherfiends don’t even know my true face. How could they blame me?”
“What do you mean?” Andrew Han seemed unable to withstand the ghost energy, knocked dozens of meters back—almost crashing into the scientists lining up to board.
The shockwaves scattered, but everything was eerily silent.
When the silver-white Netherfiend attacked, its nether ghost energy had already seized Sinovera’s transport plane, freezing all life within several hundred meters—even the lush jungle was immobilized, the wild wind stilled, the trembling earth unmoving.
Even the blazing sunlight twisted and warped.
The silver-white Specter lunged at Andrew Han.
The silvery ghost energy that blocked out the scorching sunlight was like the manifestation of a nether hell, echoing with piercing, mournful wails. The tangible ghost energy twisted into soul-snatching hooks, tearing through the air, aiming to shatter Andrew Han’s consciousness and savor it slowly.
“Foolish human.”
“You, doomed to die, have no right to question me... After hiding so carefully for so long, I must congratulate you all—as the first in the world to witness the might of a Netherfiend—”
Boom!!!
Andrew Han’s blood-red left palm shot out, plain and unadorned like a divine seal, gently blocking the Netherfiend’s ghostly hook. His five fingers clenched, crushing it completely.
"Hey."
Andrew Han slowly raised his head, his tone deep: "Is it really... that no one knows?"