Greenfield City, Wild Mountain Area.
It was now the end of dusk. The faint afterglow on the horizon illuminated the land, and the sky above was shrouded in gray.
The trees were withered, the soil cold.
The whole area was steeped in desolation, with not a single human figure in sight.
Buzz—buzz.
Andrew Han parked his Red Flag LA on the edge street of the Wild Mountain Area, got out to survey his surroundings, and walked forward a few steps.
"Hmm."
"The address shows it's about five kilometers ahead."
He muttered to himself, then his gaze flashed with a brilliant light, as if dazzling meteors were streaking through his eyes, radiating an unfathomable aura.
Inspiration—fully unleashed!
As his Presented Liquid Internal Power surged, every drop of blood, bone, thought, and will throughout his body soared to an indescribable peak, like a tranquil lake suddenly turning into a raging sea, flooding the surroundings.
His eyes blazed, as if shining with real light.
He unleashed his full power, letting the currents swirl and echo around him.
Now, Andrew Han's Inspiration far surpassed before, with a terrifying sensing radius of four to five kilometers... Of course, it could only be used to detect Demons and Specters; sensing ordinary people was still far out of reach.
He kept sensing, probing further.
Winter's cold wind swept through the area, occasionally lifting a few strands of dead grass into the air, painting a scene of utter silence and chilling bleakness.
In an instant—
Andrew Han sensed two General-class Specters slowly shifting positions about four kilometers ahead... As for other directions, there were three or four ordinary Specters.
"Good."
"I'll kill the General-class ones first. Hope you don't disappoint me."