Silvery moonlight spilled down, illuminating the scattered rocks all around.
The night, studded with starlight, draped over the dense forests in every direction, but it could not conceal the dazzling brilliance radiating from the rocky ground—a whirlwind of light that seemed to shake the world.
A decisive act of slaughter!
Unopposable!
With iron resolve and unstoppable force, three ordinary Sect-Class Specters were slain as if cutting through bamboo.
Even if a Martial Lord stood here, facing such overwhelming and indescribable grandeur, they would have to marvel in awe—remaining calm would be impossible.
In this moment—
The Specter possessing Leo Liu let out a guttural, panic-stricken growl: "Impossible! How can there be such an unfathomable, Peerless Martial General in this world?"
The difference between Martial Lord and Martial General was unmistakable.
Solidified Core Internal Power proves everything... but the true distinction lies in the difference between Marrow-Washing for Martial Generals and Body-Tempering for Martial Lords.
It could see it clearly.
Andrew Han was still in the Marrow-Washing stage.
"A Martial General with Solidified Core Internal Power?" It began to understand—and was chilled to the bone.
Sometimes the scene was pitch-black, sometimes moonlight like silk illuminated the rocky ground. All it could do was watch helplessly as Andrew Han extended his radiant hands, grasping his fellow Specters—Eye Eight and Eye Nine—as if they were caught in iron clamps.
Eye Eight and Eye Nine—both on par with high-tier Martial Lords!
Even if it broke free from Leo Liu's body, it probably couldn't compare to the combined assault of Eye Eight and Eye Nine.
Yet before this figure shrouded in thousands of divine rays and radiating overwhelming majesty, Eye Eight and Eye Nine were as fragile as rice paper—easily clutched in his palms, their ghostly bodies trembling, fissures spreading across their surfaces.
Hiss! Hiss!
The two eyeballs were veined with savage, blood-red lines, glaring at the expressionless Andrew Han with venomous hatred. They unleashed the powers of Specters—dark rays transformed into hundreds of lethal weapons.
Long swords and short knives, broad axes and massive disks—all took shape.
But to Andrew Han in Berserker State, these Specter attacks were nothing but passing breezes—utterly ineffective.
It was obvious.
Eye Eight and Eye Nine, capable of killing high-tier Martial Lords head-on, were utterly powerless to resist.
"Why?"
"Peerless Andrew Han, so outrageous—is this what passes for a Peerless Martial General? Even Peerless Martial Lords are no more than this, perhaps even inferior."
Even Eye Eight and Eye Nine panicked.
Regret welled up in their hearts—had they known, they would never have volunteered to join the hunt.
In fact, both the ancient well and the dark Jue-Ore bell were their handiwork, crafted to create a sinister, terrifying atmosphere that suited their twisted desires.
But now, not only were their desires unmet—their very lives might be forfeit here.
"At this rate—"
"If things become truly desperate, we'll have to use our self-destructive ultimate kill technique. Even if it costs some of our ghostly essence, we can't simply die here." Eye Eight and Eye Nine's crimson orbs met for a moment.
They were one meter apart.
Because Andrew Han's hands were spaced about a meter apart.
Yet that short distance felt impossibly vast, like the far shores of a galaxy—close enough to gaze across, but impossible to reach.
"No matter what it takes, we must kill Andrew Han."
"We'll burn our Specter energy, unleash our most terrifying ultimate move—one that can rival human nuclear radiation, turning everything within a thousand meters to barren wasteland."
The two Specters exchanged another glance.
In each other's savage eyes, they saw violence and cruelty—gaining confidence. Their cracked bodies grew eerily radiant, as if sinister energy, long stagnant, was finally coming to life.
Their smiles were ruthless.
Their smiles were shadowed.
Their smiles were ferocious and utterly evil.
Their Specter bodies were about to rupture, yet inside those eyeballs, sinister power was gathering—like a dormant volcano transforming into one truly ready to erupt.
Just then—
Andrew Han, expressionless, tilted his head in confusion: "Have we met before?"
Huh?
The two Specters were bewildered.
What did he mean? Had Andrew Han's senses grown so sharp that he detected the terrifying energy within their Specter bodies and was now trying to stall for time?
Wishful thinking!
You're dead for sure!
The two savage eyeballs flashed a cruel smile: "We've never met."
"Oh."
Andrew Han replied blandly.
In Berserker State, he was the embodiment of terror—balanced between frenzy and icy calm, his thoughts a blur.
Moreover—
In the depths of his muddled consciousness, shouts and flashes of fragmented images flickered—so strange that Andrew Han was left with a single pure emotion.
Kill!
Kill everything before him!
"But—"
"I can't shake the feeling I've seen you somewhere before." Andrew Han gently held the two savage eyeball Specters before his eyes, pressing them close to their blood-veined bodies and observing them intently.
Hmm.