The center of the relic remains unchanged.
The crystal-diamond ground, crystal-diamond walls, and gray mist are as solid as ever, unchanged on the surface. But in reality, everything has shifted—giant Demons lie dead or have fled.
The Netherfiends have been nearly wiped out!
All across the field, Demon bodies are strewn everywhere, shattered ghost-bodies drifting in the aftermath of battle.
The last Netherfiend slowly lifts its pale eyes, its ghost-body trembling—clearly unable to face the overwhelming power of Andrew Han.
At this moment—
Andrew Han stands at the center of the battlefield, like a radiant deity.
All Venerable Saints present focus their gaze on Andrew Han—some panting, some smiling in excitement, some sighing in awe... Thousands of similar expressions reflect the truth: he alone suppresses the ages.
"You won't choose?" Andrew Han said calmly.
At this moment, his left palm swirled with mysterious light, his right hand raised a blazing inner sun. He seemed to be a majestic being from the highest heavens—so dazzling, so brilliant.
And that was not all.
Andrew Han's feet tread ripples of light, while the Fourfold Star‑Map Seal spins overhead, adding to his imposing presence.
"Choose? Choose how I die?" The Netherfiend shivered, glanced at the swirling mysterious light, then at the blazing Super‑Solid Inner Origin sun, and finally fixed its gaze on the Fourfold Star‑Map Seal.
Beams of light like stars in the night sky ignited with brilliance, weaving into hundreds and thousands, converging into the Fourfold Star‑Map Seal. The star‑maps overlapped, evolving into an immense seal that spanned heaven and earth.
With a simple stamp, it slaughtered its kin.
With a casual collision, it erased the consciousness of giant Demons.
Its eyes filled with horror and resentment, as if poisoned by the abyss. "What is this technique? It restrains my kind so thoroughly, even mimics our powers to erase thought and consciousness... Human, Andrew Han, both our races have underestimated you."
"Oh? It's nothing but consciousness power," Andrew Han replied unhurriedly, strolling through the air. "Did you think this was exclusive to your Netherfiend kind?"
How ignorant!
Across the vast universe, mysteries abound. What you call 'ghost power' is merely another extreme form of consciousness power.
As for the origin of Netherfiends, humanity's Law‑Realm experts have long speculated.
The tales of humans turning into ghosts after death, or the underworld spawning countless specters—these are merely Netherfiend fabrications. In truth, they come from beyond Earth, from outer space.
"Heh."
"You think you've won?" The Netherfiend turned its pale eyes, staring fixedly at Andrew Han, as if to imprint his face deep into its memory.
No more madness remained, only calm and depth.
No more ghostly wails, only a hoarse, low voice.
Here and now, more than a hundred mid-tier Netherfiends and dozens of mid-tier giant Demons have fallen. Perhaps it also understands that the situation outside is about to be overturned, with humanity's Law‑Realm taking the upper hand.
But what happened next surprised all the Law‑Realm experts.
It tilted its head, swept its gaze over all the Venerable Saints present, and then fixed its cold, pale eyes on Andrew Han: "Time is almost up... In the not‑so‑distant future, all humanity will perish—including you, Andrew Han."
Upon hearing this,
A few Venerable Saints seemed to understand something—their expressions changed slightly.
But Andrew Han's face remained cold and unchanged: "I don't know if we will die. But I do know you will die in the next moment."
Boom!
His right palm suddenly closed, five fingers clenched tight.
He raised the blazing Firmament Rising Sun and smashed it down—peerless and overwhelming. Andrew Han watched the Netherfiend's strange cold smile, then sent a message filled with meaning: "The force opposed in the Creation‑Gods Era wasn't your kind, but your origin, wasn't it?"
His words had just reached the Netherfiend.
The Netherfiend's eyes widened in shock, pale eyes filled with terror. It tried to speak, but never got the chance—the sun‑bearing right hand flipped and struck, killing it instantly.
Deathly silence!
A silence as deep as death.
The entire clearing was filled with giant Demon corpses, lifeless and piled like mountains. Ghost‑bodies had long since scattered to the winds... And among them, Law‑Realm survivors, some tearful, some supporting each other, mourned their fallen comrades.