Andrew Han's solemn rise went unnoticed.
Ten Thousand Swords cleave Life and Death, One Blade severs the Mortal World—Countless sword-lights and sword-auras converged into a radiant waterfall, cascading through the sky. The lone saber, sharp and resolute, led this river of light, annihilating the Azure Netherfiend Lanx.
Crack!
A clear, resounding crash echoed across the entire battlefield.
It was like the splintering rush of wind, the shattering collapse of stone—crisp as pearls falling onto a jade plate. The sound reached the ears, pierced the heart, and shook the deepest corners of the mind.
It was the sound of a ghost body shattering!
It was the death-knell of a Netherfiend!
"No."
"How could I possibly die?"
Lanx's azure ghost body trembled all over, issuing a silent ghostly howl. Darkness fell before its eyes; the Netherfiend body finally withered away.
Utter devastation!
Total collapse!
Moments earlier, the dazzling forest of swords had shattered its ghost body, and the ancient, world-cleaving blade had erased its life force. Every edge of wind and frost converged in perfect harmony—never again to touch the mortal world. Andrew Han had slain a middle-class Netherfiend, a foe on par with a Venerable Saint.
From top to bottom, the ghost body was utterly pulverized.
From inside out, the sounds of shattering were endless... These sounds seemed to pierce the clouds, penetrating bodies nearing energy form, ghost bodies, and giant Demon bodies alike.
Lanx is dead.
"Andrew Han of Sinovera has slain the middle-class Netherfiend, Lanx."
Some were shocked, some were horrified, some were lost and terrified.
The air inside the relic was dense, every medium more solidified, causing sound to travel far faster than outside. Yet the pervasive sound of shattering swept through the whole battlefield, striking terror into the souls of every Netherfiend and giant Demon.
Lanx is dead!