War-Armor Continent. Beneath the splitting purple earth of the Umbral Thunder Church, a deep, venomous black eye erupts in a shrill, indescribable roar—like the accumulated resentment and fury of a horror swamp formed over endless ages, all unleashed in this instant!
Confronted by the crushing gold-red starlight, it howls in fury!
Sensing the realm of Human Andrew Han, it feels smug!
"Human!"
"Lowly, third-rate life race—capturing us for cultivation, all of you deserve death!"
Bathed in endless gold-red radiance, its pitch-black eye gleams with gold, only making the Stellar Palace-tier Nether Clan’s savage aura more terrifying—almost enough to overturn the entire War-Armor Continent!
Sssshhh!
Ever-shifting ghostly light pierces through the gold-red Soul-Will.
In an instant, the ghostly light rips through air and dust, even breaking Andrew Han’s soul suppression—surging upward like black volcanic magma. Its furious strike aims to obliterate Andrew’s body, then seize his soul for interrogation.
It is a Stellar Palace-tier Nether!
If it were an ordinary Starlight-tier, it would be instantly annihilated.
This is a Nether Clan being—one of the starry sky’s supreme life races—and it’s Stellar Palace-tier. A casual strike could easily kill a peak Starlight-tier opponent.
But Andrew Han is no ordinary Starlight.
Gold-red blooms, radiant and vast, like a mysterious lotus spanning the sky!
Boom!
The peerless gold-red lotus, surface etched with countless mysterious sigils. Its base is a seal that suppresses all heavens—when stamped, starlight flares, intercepting the rising ghostly light.
And that’s not all.
Andrew Han’s expression is ice-cold. His empty right hand sweeps up over a thousand star-maps; his breath becomes a hurricane, chest swelling as if he’s lifting the sun, moon, and morning stars. Holding the star-maps is holding the world itself. "You’ve been masquerading as a god for too long—has it scrambled your mind?"
"Listen well!"
"In the vast cosmos, our Human Race stands among the Four Great Life Races!"