Andrew did not hesitate and slammed his sword forward in a single, decisive strike. "Idiot," he muttered.The powerful vampire let out a distorted roar. In a flash, it vanished from Andrew's sight.Andrew's expression did not change. Without even turning his head, he thrust his sword straight behind him.A dull impact exploded as the hideous vampire reappeared right at his back. That single thrust sent the creature flying. A furious roar instantly echoed through the air.Andrew shook his head. Vampires might be at the top of the food chain, but they could never escape their primal impulses. In other words, they were quick to anger and even quicker to charge in recklessly.Suddenly, a barrage of claw strikes ripped toward Andrew's body.Andrew's footwork flowed nonstop, and every attack missed him by inches. He fired a kick straight into the vampire's chest.The creature roared as its tremendous force pushed Andrew backward toward the edge of the balcony. However, with just a

After leaving, Andrew had initially planned to head to Night Rose. However, he changed his mind after thinking it over and walked into a high-end hotel instead. In the City of Hope, anyone who could afford to stay at a hotel was either loaded or powerful.The service here was top-tier in every sense. They would even handle murder, arson, or any outrageous request you could think of, as long as you had enough cash to pay for it.Andrew booked a decent single room and settled in. In two days at most, he would be leaving the City of Hope for the Wraith Graveyard to investigate. No matter what, he had to confirm whether Reginald was alive or dead first. After that, he would head straight to the Deadlands to search for clues about the Veiled Paradise.Placing his greatsword Godslayer within easy reach, Andrew closed his eyes and sat on the bed. He did not need to actively cultivate right now because the Divine Art of Heaven and Earth's Five Elements was so powerful that it automatically

The next day, Andrew received word that Petyr needed him to move out. He had originally thought Petyr would wait another day or two before having him leave the City of Hope, not expecting to be called up the very next day.Looking at the entire row of over a dozen large trucks loaded with supplies, Andrew could not help but frown and wondered if these supplies had been ready all along.Andrew did not think so. The Outlands wilderness was crawling with bandits and wanderers, all packing serious firepower. With this much valuable cargo, Petyr would only start preparing once he had reliable escorts lined up.Yet, Andrew had only met with him the day before, and now they were already setting out. The only explanation was that Petyr had made a last-minute decision to depart today. As for the reason behind it, that was worth thinking about.Still, Andrew did not care. If Petyr tried pulling any tricks, he would not mind returning to the City of Hope and wiping out every ruler there. In

Andrew felt the wind blowing against his back suddenly pick up, and it carried a sharp hint of cold. He glanced at the crude map in his hand, and he knew he was already close to Wraith Graveyard.In another three hours, he should have reached it. However, he stopped in place and tilted his head, listening carefully to the wind behind him. Almost immediately, Andrew changed direction and moved away from Wraith Graveyard, heading off toward another route.Ten minutes later, Marshall arrived at the exact spot where Andrew had paused. There were no footprints on the ground, and no visible traces at all. Yet, Marshall's mind perfectly reconstructed Andrew's movements when he had stopped here. He even stepped in the exact same spots Andrew had stepped on."Interesting. Did he notice me?" With a cold laugh, Marshall shot forward, stirring up a gust of wind as he continued the pursuit.Through his communicator, he notified Yana, "He must have noticed me. Yana, change your direction and fla

Daybreak arrived. After running all night, Andrew spotted a decent-sized town ahead. There was a faint trace of exhaustion on his face, but his mood remained good. Even with his dramatically increased strength, non-stop travel through the night would wear anyone down.In the Outlands wasteland, no one was truly in charge. Over time, drifters, fugitives, and all kinds of people ended up settling and multiplying here.Towns like the one in front of Andrew were everywhere across the Outlands.Places like this did not care about laws. The only order came from a few ruthless figures in town, and whatever weapons they held. And in a territory that no one governed, the only real currency was money.Of course, higher-tier goods also worked, such as elixirs that benefited all martial artists, firearms, and women.Andrew restocked his water supply in the small town, enjoyed a hearty meal, and set off again.A stranger showing up usually drew unwanted attention, and several armed men in tow