Great‑Class Specter, a being on par with a titled three‑step Martial Lord!
Any Specter bearing the 'Great' prefix is an emperor among ghosts, a ruler whose every word and gesture carries unfathomable soul-level authority. Its presence can tug at the consciousness of all living beings within a kilometer.
A Great‑Class Specter embodies true terror.
Eye One, honored as a Great‑Class Specter, had just revealed its pitch-black ghost body. In perfect harmony with the storm-dark sky, its form shifted into a ghostly grid, attempting to imprison Andrew Han.
Boom!
A peerless, overwhelming punch blasted the ghost‑grid apart.
“Raging Downpour!”
Andrew Han’s eyes flashed as he slowly clenched his sun‑hot palm, preparing to unleash his full force. But in that instant, lonely, indescribable darkness surged from all directions.
Countless illusions flooded in, dragging him toward a black abyss.
His consciousness was under attack.
“Hmph!”
Andrew Han couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan.
In this moment, his mind was overwhelmed with chaotic things and visions, as if crashing waves were destroying his thoughts, threatening to shatter Andrew’s will.
“Can a Specter interfere with consciousness?”
Andrew’s expression changed slightly, his eyes flickering.
In truth, ever since he awakened Inspiration, he had been nearly invincible against Specters. Only Demons could put Andrew under real life‑and‑death pressure.
Because he had Inspiration!
The Internal Power and Mystery‑Communing Arts of the Three Martial Realms can harm Specters.
But Inspiration, independent of the martial arts system, contains destructive power that surpasses Internal Power and Mystery‑Communing Arts. If Solidified Core Internal Power is flame, then Inspiration is magma—the ultimate bane of Specters.
In short—
If a Specter and a Demon possess equal strength, Andrew Han can rely on Inspiration to slay the Specter, but he cannot overcome the Demon.
“Even so—”
“This time, I truly miscalculated. A Great‑Class Specter is on par with a titled three‑step Martial Lord—how could I afford to be careless?” As Andrew Han’s thoughts spun, Inspiration as radiant as the noonday sun instantly filled his entire body.
Buzz!
His jade‑like body floated steadily in midair.
Within him, Inspiration shone out—dazzling meteors swirling in every direction, blocking the Specter’s mental interference.
“Mystic‑Communion Arts require charging up, but Unity‑Type Arts need no preparation.” Andrew Han’s eyes, stark black and white, flashed red, brimming with a fierce, death‑defying intent.
Images flashed through his mind.
A lone figure and a spear traversed a thousand miles.
In fact, by the time he reached Fusion Mastery, this art had already become Andrew Han’s own comprehension‑based technique. When Southern Thousand‑Mile March reached Unity Mastery, its intent grew even more inscrutable, leaving Andrew unsure of the art’s true direction.
But no matter what—
Aside from Mystic‑Communion Arts, Southern Thousand‑Mile March stands supreme!
In an instant, Andrew Han closed his eyes, exhaled like a wild gale, Inspiration nearly boiling over. Using his blood‑red right foot as the starting terminal, the air roared, darkness flipped.
Southern—Thousand‑Mile March!
Rip!
A crack tore through the pitch‑black grid, and a flash of blue shot out from within.
“What?”
“A mere Martial Lord can actually tear open my ghost‑power seal?” Eye One was slightly surprised—but only slightly.
After all, it was a Great‑Class Specter.
Even if a titled second‑step Martial Lord were here, they still might not be able to kill it.