A pale-blue coat fluttered behind him, painting the entire fort with a deathly silence.
A strange radiance filled the hall, setting him as the sole center between heaven and earth.
No matter how slow or dull, everyone now understood the situation—
East Sea Dawn, Andrew Han, had arrived at the Defense Belt—and in an instant, killed the Great-Class tiger Demon Onyx Fang!
“Hiss!”
Some gasped, others instinctively stepped back two paces.
At least in the Martial Arts World of Sinovera, nearly everyone knew Andrew Han’s Inspiration—his ability to suppress blood-drenched Great-Class Specters—had become his defining trait.
But right now—
Wasn’t he only supposed to be able to instant-kill Great-Class Specters?
The rumors that had spread throughout Sinovera instantly collapsed... Even Martial Lords found their eyelids twitching wildly, their fearful gazes turning to confusion. Was this real? A female Martial General pinched her thigh, her body numb. 'Andrew Han instant-killing Great-Class Specters is one thing, but how did he also instant-kill Great-Class Demons? Were these tigers fake Great-Class Demons?'
As for Martial Generals and Martial Artists, they were frozen on the spot. Magma-State Internal Power surged; his right fist turned red.
They were like living statues—unable to speak, unable to move their eyes, their thoughts and consciousness all frozen into ice. Crimson Fang compressed himself to about three meters, then tore apart the cauldron, expanding into his true Great-Class Demon form as the cauldron split in two, unleashing brutal and bizarre Demon power.
Onyx Fang was dead. But Crimson Fang was still here.
A female Martial General managed to groan, “I’m at the Martial General Realm, yet all I saw was a flicker of pale blue and five or six light punches that killed a Great-Class tiger Demon—this is far too absurd... And this is the Southvale Defense Belt; how could a Great-Class Demon be hiding here?”
In that brief instant, she thought of many things. You think killing Onyx Fang means anything? I, Crimson Fang, am nearly a peak Great-Class Demon—comparable to a human titled third-step Martial Lord.
Her face lost color, and her beautiful eyes were dazed. Andrew Han clutched his chest, slowly sat down on the cold brick floor, his face reddening. Dryly, he announced: “I... I’m injured.”
But no matter how confused she was, Andrew Han’s decisive and thunderous execution of the Great Demon had already become the most intense shock, sweeping through her entire being and saturating the dead-silent atmosphere.
Including Jin Qiyu.
“Ahem.”
As an upper Martial Lord Realm expert, Jin Qiyu wasn’t alarmed at the sight of the Great-Class Demon—only puzzled and stunned. But at this moment, all his feelings had turned to a helpless, almost comical astonishment.