"Too weak."
Andrew Han shook his head coldly.
His domineering voice echoed across the boundless heavens and earth.
His right arm pierced through Asheron Arshen's body—what did it matter if he was a Light Clan Heaven-King? Asheron hung miserably in midair, half-dead, his wretched state making Andrew Han roar indifferently. Far away, every Light Clan being waiting for their Heaven-King to turn the tide stared wide-eyed in shock.
Their pupils nearly split, their luminous bodies and hearts on the verge of exploding.
Why, in this situation, was there still no counterattack? What was Heaven-King Asheron Arshen waiting for?
"Hurry!"
They began to shout.
At the same time, Asheron Arshen, whose body had been punched through and was being held aloft by Andrew Han, seemed to hear the countless cries of his fellow clansmen. He forcibly awakened himself, breaking free from unconsciousness, and instantly realized his body was on the verge of collapse.
"Not good."
A chill ran through Asheron Arshen's heart.
Boom!
Andrew Han spread his five fingers, then clenched them, as if grasping the fury of his soul in his palm.
Boom! Boom!
His fist winds swept across the Light Sky, darkness replacing the world. Andrew Han's plain left hand, finally released, formed a fist, while his right fist—still piercing through Asheron Arshen's luminous body—rose as well. All sound, vision, and information in heaven and earth vanished, leaving Andrew alone, chest expanded.
He spread his arms wide, chest expanding as if drawing a great bow. The Heaven-King's boundless power bent in this moment.
Tenacity roared, brimming with power like a radiant moon. Years of suppressed grief surged forth at this instant.
"Andrew Han!"
Asheron Arshen struggled madly, "Why are you stronger than me? You won't succeed!"
But how could he possibly know? Normally, new-generation Heaven-Kings are indeed equals, but Andrew Han possessed another mysterious identity—Fate Rebel—granting him the profound ability to command Fate Traces, that is, to alter the gray-white currents of all things.
Although he was only at Fifth-Stage Void Rift for now, he could not yet unleash the true terror of the gray-white currents.
But.
It was enough.
This is the end.
Andrew Han drew in countless streams of light in a single breath. In an instant, his aura surged to its absolute limit. He deeply inhaled, then unleashed boundless power. Yet his mind remained tranquil, serene and distant, like the suffocating calm before a cosmic catastrophe. Strange and silent, years of terrifying emotions began to churn and roar within him.
This was power rising from the vast star-sea—a golden-red torrent that could annihilate billions of beings!
Strike again, beyond the limit!
The Light Sky shattered, soul roars surged like a tidal wave. At this moment, Andrew Han's Void Rift-tier might was so overwhelming it defied logic, suppressing every scene in this domain of light!
"I refuse to accept this!"
Asheron Arshen strained to unleash his speed-type Origin Talent, but never had the chance to use it.
Even if he did, it would be useless.
Boom! Golden-red brilliance blazed as Andrew Han, the Human Heaven-King, seized the Light Clan Heaven-King, striking and smashing him through the air—flinging him skyward and in all directions!
He slammed into space, and space shattered.
He hurled him toward the light-source node, and the node was crushed.
Boom! Boom! The Human Heaven-King strode two steps, spanning billions of meters, descending from the luminous sky to the middle region of this Light Sky layer. He dragged out a massive, dazzling, concave trail; wherever he passed, spacetime caved in, leaving a straight, unbroken mark, underscoring the unstoppable force of this furious descent.
Such a dazzling dive!
Nothing could stand in his way!
"Asheron Arshen."
Andrew Han approached the light-source node, plunged in headfirst, passed through a sea of dust, and through the shockwave of the collapsing node—once again capturing Asheron Arshen alive.
He smashed, flung, pursued, and finally seized him again.