On the eastern wilds of the Mount Yellow Scenic Area, the ink-black clouds seemed to retreat, and the silken-clear moonlight trembled, as if all were overshadowed by a crushing, world-shrouding might.
The ghost lake churned, nearly a raging sea, rolling up massive waves.
A pale-blue figure stood amidst it all, anchoring the four directions.
"I told you before."
"No matter how you flee, today you will die without a doubt!"
With a steely, glacial undertone, Andrew Han bent his knees, squatting atop the muddy lakebed. His left palm rose, his right fist crashed down.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
He seemed like a pale-blue armored immortal, stirring the world for ten thousand miles, suffused with boundless radiance.
Splash! Splash! Splash!
The vast ghost lake, shaken again and again by waves of force, finally shattered into cool sprays of water that crashed onto the surrounding clearing, drenching Uncle Wayne, Ethan Ximen, and the twin sisters Oriole and Finch Huang.
The earth trembled, mountains shook! As if rivers overturned and seas surged!
To Uncle Wayne, Ethan Ximen, and the Huang twins, this could rival the ancient immortals of legend.
"Origin of Dawn, Andrew Han?"
"On a moonlit night, he personally descends upon Mount Yellow!"
As the city's Guardian, Uncle Wayne understood better than anyone just how exalted Andrew Han's status truly was. His mind buzzed in confusion, his thoughts tangled, and a sense of powerlessness flooded his body.
Between life and death, the highs and lows, the excitement was overwhelming!
Andrew Han's might drove away the darkness—a true brilliance!
"But still—"
"What exactly is he doing?" Uncle Wayne, collapsed on the muddy ground, tried to rise, only to be struck by a boundless tremor. The earth for a kilometer around shook violently. As a peak Martial General, he was flung into the air and then crashed heavily back into the dirt.
As for Ethan Ximen and the Huang twins, their minds had already gone blank. It felt as if thunderbolts had struck through their bodies, leaving them chilled, stunned, and dazed, utterly unable to comprehend what was happening.
Unable to move their eyes.
Unable to speak.
Their thoughts were frozen.
At this moment, Andrew Han was pounding the bottom of the ghost lake!
His pale-blue coat shone with dazzling brilliance, each punch sending waves rippling out.
The entire ghost lake, centered on him, caved downward, forming a funnel-like pit of mud. The outward-spreading lake water only highlighted Andrew Han's brilliant might.
"You still want to hide at the bottom of the ghost lake?"
Andrew Han's face was chilling; huge amounts of lake water began to return, but he simply stamped his right foot, unleashing an unstoppable shock force that instantly scattered the falling water.
Gravity pulled the water back together.
The waves rose and fell, trying to return to their original state.
But it was pointless.
Andrew Han stamped his left foot, following the great Specter at the muddy bottom, dispersing the water as he went. Not a drop could wet his coat; he seemed like a primordial beast, carving a path along the lakebed.
The mud could not cover his feet.
The lake water could not block his light.
"You can't escape." He unleashed a shock force: "Great-Class Specters can turn their ghost bodies intangible, can travel through any material—even alloy walls can't stop you... But if you stay too long inside solid matter, even your ghost bodies can't withstand it."
In short.
Terrifying as Great-Class Specters are, they can only travel through about a hundred meters of material.
"Andrew Han! Andrew Han!"
"You damned human, we'll kill you sooner or later!" About a hundred meters below the mud, the great Specter howled wildly. Its blood-soaked ghost body began to crack—this was the shock force, infused with Inspiration, that truly wounded it even through a hundred meters of earth.
The ghost body shifted between tangible and intangible.