Before Andrew Han, there are no Great-Class Specters—this is no empty boast.
"There's nothing I can do."
"My Inspiration is simply too strong... Right now, I’m only equivalent to a second-step Titled Martial Lord, but with Inspiration vast enough to support heaven and earth, I can annihilate any Great-Class Specter!" Andrew Han clasped his hands behind his back, a brilliant gleam flashing in his eyes.
This was the radiance of Inspiration.
Combining his immensely powerful Internal Power with Inspiration gave Andrew Han extraordinary strength... Against Demons he held no advantage, but he could suppress Specters as fire repels water—such mastery is rare even in the Martial Arts World of Sinovera.
"But right before it died—"
"It seemed to want to say something, but I didn’t give it the chance—a single blow crushed it... In the end, I’m still a bit lacking. If I could fuse the power of heaven and earth, amplify my Internal Power, and shake my Inspiration, I could kill a Great-Class Specter even at a hundred meters away."
Andrew Han silently pondered, showing no trace of arrogance or complacency.
Because the difference in martial power was simply too great.
He could kill a peak Great-Class Specter, but stood no chance against a peak Great Demon. After all, Andrew Han was only at the upper Martial Lord Realm; to rival a second-step Titled Martial Lord was already astonishing. Human power has its limits—it cannot transcend all things.
"Human power has its limits, but heaven and earth are boundless."
Andrew Han murmured softly, standing midair as he gazed at the slowly collapsing barren mountain. Time seemed to slow at that moment, as if the entire scene was caught in slow-motion, pressing down with an infinite sense of weight.
Even the collapse of a mere barren mountain carried such overwhelming force.
If it were one of the famed mountains, or the thousand-kilometer-long Taihang Range... Andrew Han pondered as he turned midair.
As he turned—
He swept his pale-blue windbreaker around him, glanced at the dumbstruck Ethan Ximen and the Huang twins, and without further words, left through the night. Bathed in silk-like gentle moonlight, Andrew Han broke through the air and departed.
Meanwhile, at the scene—
Those who remained standing were utterly stunned.
Few have ever witnessed a mountain collapse with their own eyes; it’s a display of nature’s true power. Even detonating an old building can’t compare to the spectacle of a mountain crumbling—in an instant, the entire area began to tremble, and the bright moonlit night warped in its wake.
"My god."