The Atlantic Abyssal Relic holds unparalleled importance; Andrew Han dares not slacken his vigilance.
Most crucial of all—
Before entering the relic, Supreme Zhang's warning made Andrew acutely cautious... Every Netherfiend and giant Demon he encounters, he must kill if possible—even if it means wasting time, he must strike!
Boom!
Cloud-Sea State Internal Power surged forward, unleashing immeasurable shock force—like furious waves in a storm—all concentrated on the crystal-diamond surface.
Even a mountain's impact would pale in comparison.
His left palm, shimmering with crystalline light, vibrated hundreds of times at extreme frequency, hammering the tunnel and making it ring. The surrounding gray mist was thrown into disarray, highlighting the power of Andrew's strike.
Yet—
An attack strong enough to overturn the ocean had no effect at all.
"Hahaha!" The strange, indestructible tunnel did nothing to block sound waves. The unknown Netherfiend stared at Andrew with wide, blood-red eyes, locking onto him: "Did you really think you amount to anything? Today I'm just going to lie here and watch you struggle—let's see what you can do to me."
If it were a giant Demon, it might not even bother responding to Andrew.
But Netherfiends are utterly different. They loathe and despise Andrew to the extreme—longing to kill him, desperate to use any means to destroy the human Andrew Han.
Because Andrew is far too effective at restraining Netherfiends.
Since the outbreak of full-scale war, Andrew has slain more than thirty Netherfiends.
In other words—
Their hatred for him is maxed out... The Netherfiend squinted its blood-red eyes, lying there at ease. Its ghostly body twisted to the utmost, stretching out a blood-soaked head like rubber glue.
"Andrew Han."
"If you've got the guts, come kill me."
Its ghostly body, sprouting blood and flesh, radiated mockery and ridicule.
It would rather waste time just to mock and attack Andrew, venting its hatred and using this moment as future bragging rights among other Netherfiends. For now, emotion outweighed reason.
But Andrew's expression did not change.
His goal in this mission was, first and foremost, to wipe out the Netherfiends!
He remained rational and calm, no matter how the Netherfiend cursed or insulted him. Unmoved, he quietly touched the crystal-diamond wall.
"Interesting."
"What kind of material is this? It completely blocks Cloud-Sea State Internal Power from penetrating." Andrew rubbed the surface of the tunnel, which seemed to be made of crystal-diamond.
He had no idea where this tunnel led; it was incredibly long.
Its surface was inlaid with multicolored polyhedral crystals, creating an impregnable defense. The Netherfiend dared to act so brazenly because of this.
Andrew understood: "So that's how it is."
The crystal-diamond on the tunnel's surface rotated slowly. Whenever force or shock was applied, it would diffuse throughout the tunnel, allowing the entire structure to absorb the impact of Andrew's strike.
Only a Supreme Saint might be able to forcibly break through the tunnel.
"Hmm."
"This is tricky. From my experiments, Inspiration force can penetrate these polyhedral crystals, but only in a very limited area—unless it can adhere directly to the inner wall." Andrew considered whether to turn and leave.
After all, if he couldn't kill it now—
He could always hunt it down next time.
But in the next instant—
"Human Andrew Han, you are doomed!" The Netherfiend opened its monstrous maw, its blood-soaked ghostly head floating in the air, pressing up close to Andrew, right against the tunnel's surface.
"We will kill you."
"And then slaughter all your kind."
It pressed against the crystal-diamond tunnel's inner wall, its crimson eyes burning with blood-hate.
This human had nearly trampled the dignity of the entire ghostly race... Yet the Netherfiend was startled to see an inexplicable smile curl at the corner of Andrew's mouth.
"Why are you smiling?"
"At you."
"At me? I, a proud Nether—"
Its ghostly wail was abruptly cut off as Andrew's crystal-diamond Inspiration whirled into sudden acceleration. Invisible, intangible Inspiration force surged through the crystal-diamond tunnel, like volcanic heat.
"What???"
The Netherfiend's eyes widened in terror.
Andrew's face remained expressionless, killing intent radiating: "I'm smiling at your arrogance—walking straight to your death."
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
The Inspiration force, tempered and honed through countless battles, instantly spread across the tunnel's inner wall, like a scorching iron plate clinging to the Netherfiend's head—gradually melting its ghostly form.
Melting and collapse—just like that!
It was like a true hell of terror, dragging the Netherfiend toward death.
"Impossible!"
The Netherfiend wailed twice, but no matter how it struggled, it could not escape.
Through the crystal-diamond tunnel, the Inspiration clinging to the inner wall exerted a vortex-like pull, making escape impossible. All it could do was watch its own death unfold.
It was as if it was being drawn, bit by bit, into darkness.
As if it was sinking, step by step, into death.
"What power is this?"
"Inspiration, it's all Inspiration..." The Netherfiend's eyes began to rupture and collapse, its ghostly wail filled with endless venom and ferocity: "Inspiration carries force—willpower interferes with reality??"
Andrew silently watched the Netherfiend.
Inspiration suppression!
Wave reversal!
His eyes, starkly black and white, flashed with blazing brilliance. The force of Inspiration burned like a celestial canopy, dazzling with majesty and shattering the Netherfiend's ghostly body.
"You will die."
"All of you are doomed—to die!"
This Netherfiend uttered its final words; its ghostly body was torn apart by Andrew's Inspiration force.
Tens of thousands of tons of Inspiration force, alive and surging through the crystal-diamond tunnel, ground this reckless Netherfiend to death.
But the key wasn't simply strength—the true essence was that this force was Inspiration.
Otherwise, mere tens of thousands of tons of Internal Power could never harm a Netherfiend... Andrew slowly withdrew his palm, turned, and surveyed his surroundings.
Inside the relic, gray mist filled the air.
Everything before him was shrouded in gray. Beyond the crystal-diamond tunnel suspended behind him, he could vaguely make out dozens of crystal-diamond tunnels crisscrossing the air, weaving a mysterious, awe-inspiring web.