The cliff was about thirty meters high, once a sheer wall of chiseled stone and perilous peaks. Now it lay in utter ruin—shattered, rubble-strewn, veiled in drifting dust, a wasteland swept clean as if by a cataclysm.
Above this ruin.
The blazing sun illuminated Andrew Han’s impassive face, while a restless wind stirred his pale-blue coat.
With Magma-State Internal Power circulating within him, Andrew would remain unscathed in any battle short of close-quarters struggle. His nearly intact pale-blue coat was proof—save for its edges, nearly reduced to ash, the garment itself was almost untouched.
"I’ve seen you before."
Andrew Han fixed his gaze on the peak Great-Class Specter, Mu Sam, whose palm lines glowed faintly as he raised his resplendent right hand, descending lightly as if brushing away dust.
Scarlet rings circled Mu Sam’s eyes, within which a triangular star slowly rotated. In his Inspiration Berserker State, Andrew could not identify what it was—he only felt an uncontrollable surge of killing intent rise from deep within.
With an incomparable right palm, Andrew struck lightly, sending a thunderous boom through the clouds above. A radiant wave of light rippled outward, shattering Mu Sam’s peak Specter body into fragments.
Rage suppressed to the utmost limit.
"Strange."
"I vaguely remember killing you before." Andrew tilted his head, his expression cold, his gaze unfocused, lips curled in a faint smile—like a death god holding dominion over life and death, radiating an indescribable terror.
Andrew could not be bothered to think further; he simply smiled. "Never mind. I’ll just kill you again."
As soon as he finished speaking—
He stood a hundred meters above the ground, reaching out his right palm.
As the rippling waves of light spread, Andrew’s pure-white eyes gradually regained clarity—he was about to exit Inspiration Berserker State.
Even ordinary people five or six kilometers away could witness the spectacle—radiant light outshining the blazing sun, a spreading ring like the shockwave of a missile explosion, distorting the entire sky.
He never imagined—
Magma-State Internal Power surged violently, Inspiration blazing like a pillar of light. Every ounce of strength in his body converged into his fists, launching from both sides of his body toward his chest, meeting the Law-Realm-grade Specter assault head-on.
"Do you want to start a war?" Leon Yu’s pleased expression shifted slightly as he circulated his Internal Power, stepping atop the peak of a white cloud and unleashing a Law-Realm-grade technique.
Fortunately, this was a wilderness area with only two interprovincial highways nearby. Most ordinary people were driving, living their own lives—at most glancing at the spectacle, but none would stop and approach the cliff.