Guangnan Province border—desolate, untouched by human presence.
This region belongs to the southernmost province of Sinovera, close to the equator—almost tropical in climate. Though it's only late April, a wave of heat presses in, the air growing ever more stifling.
Rumble.
Dark clouds pile up across the sky, lightning flickering now and then.
Whoosh.
A pale blue silhouette darted through the wilderness, never pausing.
"Eighty kilometers left."
"According to the data, this barren mountain has a very distinctive feature: it's perfectly round, and the edges are unusually steep—about a hundred meters high."
Steeling himself for the mountain massacre, Andrew Han mused to himself.
In truth, his greatest trump card was neither raw strength nor Mystery-Communing Art, but Inspiration.
Inspiration at the titled three-step Martial Lord level works wonders against Sect-Class Specters, but is almost useless against great Specters—like pouring a cup of water onto a burning cartload of firewood.
Even at the titled third step, Inspiration can only be used for sensing—its applications are few.
But Andrew Han is fundamentally different; his Inspiration far surpasses others of his realm. Besides sensing the world, he can also exert deterrence and coercion.
"Hmm."
"Ten kilometers ahead—a General-class Specter."
Andrew Han rubbed his brow, pushing his Inspiration in his mind, and roughly sensed the Demons and Specters within over ten kilometers—twenty-one General-class entities in total!
Such a high density is truly terrifying.
After all—
General-class Demons and Specters are by no means weak.
"Should I kill them?" A flicker of hesitation crossed Andrew Han's eyes before he shook his head. "No—I can't act rashly. If I reveal myself, they'll be alerted."
Few know of Andrew Han's journey to Guangnan.
This is a top-secret operation, precisely because there are fears of Specters hiding within the Martial Arts World and learning of Andrew Han’s arrival in Guangnan Province ahead of time.
"Go around them."
Andrew Han’s mind raced; he strode forward without hesitation.
He followed a winding, erratic path, sometimes changing direction, sometimes pausing to wait—exhibiting extraordinary patience. After more than an hour, he finally drew near the barren mountain.
Unfortunately—
There were still twenty kilometers to go, and Andrew Han could not yet see it.
"No hurry."
"Dark clouds cover the sky. The storm is coming. None of you will escape." Andrew Han’s black-and-white eyes brimmed with cold and killing intent.
When it’s time to cut, cut without hesitation—that is the way of decisive slaughter.
His main objective was to kill Eye Seven through Eye One, avoiding any complications. He hadn’t struck at a single General-class Demon or Specter… This restraint ensured that, when he finally erupted, the terror would be absolute.
Just then—buzz, buzz.
His phone vibrated twice.
"Hm?"
"I actually forgot to leave my phone in the hotel room. Well, it doesn’t matter—against Specters, I rely on Inspiration and Internal Power; my aura won’t damage the phone." Andrew Han thought, then pulled out his phone for a look.
On the screen—
WeChat group chat interface.
The group, called 'Ten Thousand Armies Are Nothing,' was a small WeChat chat. Chloe Ling had just posted: ‘The weather’s great today—I accidentally mastered my fifth Unity Mastery art.’
Showing off!
Showing off, loud and proud!