Atlantic seabed rift—trenches and chasms sprawled across the surroundings, violent currents surging in all directions. Every Netherfiend and giant Demon was shaken.
Even the giant Demons who had previously dismissed Andrew Han felt a chill pierce their bodies, cold spreading from head to toe.
Incomprehensible!
Utterly deranged!
The Emerald Drake, who had just mocked Regis Gold for exaggerating Andrew Han’s strength, froze on the seabed—its massive claws gripping the blood-soaked body of a wounded mid-tier giant Demon, looking both embarrassed and awkward.
“Th-this…”
“Is the human Andrew Han really this strong?”
The Emerald Drake stared at the gravely wounded giant fish before it, emerald eyes flickering with uncertainty.
The Emerald Drake prided itself as noble, always disdainful of other life forms—even the Netherfiends. Only those granted their Lord’s origin could become true dragon-type Demons.
Among Demons, the dragon-types were akin to legends in the Martial World.
But now—
As the giant Demons described the scene in panic, the Emerald Drake’s expression grew increasingly grave, its eyes—large as a villa—darkening with a hint of gloom.
It was clear now—Regis Gold had not exaggerated.
In fact, not only had he not exaggerated, he had actually underestimated Andrew Han. Slaughtering mid-tier Netherfiends and eradicating all mid-tier Netherfiends were worlds apart.
According to the giant Demons’ accounts—
Andrew Han unleashed a radiant formation, akin to a star map, its brilliance suppressing the ages.
“It truly is unbelievable.” The Emerald Drake shook its head. “Andrew Han condensed human spirit-will, producing a power much like ghost energy—”
It could not bring itself to finish the sentence.
But Regis Gold, a high-class Netherfiend whose ghost-body flowed with golden ghost energy, made no attempt to hide the chilling truth that froze every Netherfiend to the core: “The human Andrew Han is the nightmare of ghosts!”
Regis Gold’s voice echoed through the deep sea, nearly hysterical with ferocity.