Southeastern Southvale Province.
The sky was a flawless blue, not a cloud in sight, bathed in gentle, warming sunlight.
Sunlight can harm Specters, but Sect-Class Specters are immune—even the blazing summer sun cannot touch them.
"Damn it!"
Three whole Sect-Class Specters!
All members of Southvale Provincial Defense Formation, Group Nineteen, along with two other Martial General-level Defense Formation units—twenty-two in total—assembled under the sun. Though the temperature had risen lately, a chill still pierced their bones.
Specters have always been more terrifying than Demons.
Let alone three Sect-Class Specters—just a moment is enough for them to drain the consciousness of thousands.
"What do we do?"
Carter Yan’s face was ashen, his brows deeply furrowed.
Their three units totaled twenty-two high-tier Martial Generals. But in front of Sect-Class Specters, they were utterly powerless.
"If only Peerless Andrew Han hadn’t left Southvale Provincial Defense Formation, Group Nineteen—it would be so much better." Carter Yan sighed softly. Ever since Andrew reached Martial Lord-level power, he had been assigned his own Defense Formation unit.
Andrew Han himself was now a one-man Defense Formation unit.
Because he alone could sweep away thousands as if crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.
"Stop wishing."
"Andrew Han is on his way—he should be here soon. We must hold off these three Sect-Class Specters. Under no circumstances can they reach the city." Warren Wang, his right arm already lost, kept his composure, but his voice carried a heavy undertone.
In the past, Sect-Class Demons and Specters occasionally broke through the defensive belt.
But this year, things had changed.
Just in March, eight Sect-Class Demons and Specters had already breached the border defense belt!
"Attention! Attention!"
"They’re here—southeast horizon!"
Warren Wang and Carter Yan exchanged glances, their faces grave. The other formation members also tensed, scanning the distance. Three shadowy figures, wreathed in scarlet mist, flashed across the horizon like phantom lightning, charging toward them with savage intent.
Damn.
Warren Wang muttered inwardly.
He summoned all his Presented Liquid Internal Power, stepped forward with the other formation members, ready to confront the three Sect-Class Specters.
Suddenly—thud, thud, thud!
A barrage of thunderous footsteps echoed, radiating an earth-shattering, overwhelming aura.
Boom!
With a step of his right foot, Andrew Han arrived in a shallow-blue windcoat, his eyes shining like starlight. Wind surged around him like waves, his figure blazing with radiant energy.
"Everyone."
"Sorry I’m a little late. Leave these Specters to me."
Andrew spoke lightly, his voice as calm and unrestrained as a mirror lake. His radiant figure stepped forward twice, instantly flashing fifty meters to stand at the front of the Southvale Provincial Defense Formation members, Inspiration blazing like a pillar that held up the sky.
Inspiration erupted! Internal Power surged!
Crack!
As his right fist’s muscles and bones snapped taut, it shot forward like an intercontinental missile, tearing through the blue sky, shattering endless darkness, and smashing straight into the ghostly body of a Sect-Class Specter.
Time seemed to freeze as pale shockwaves rippled outward.
The earth fractured, the force unmatched.
Boom!!!
With a simple cannon punch, starting from his right foot, Andrew drew in the surrounding air as if he were the blazing center of heaven and earth. The gathered crowd was stunned as he struck down the Sect-Class Specter with lightning speed.
"Second one."