Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2090

Henry's face twisted with fear as he raised both arms to block.

Andrew's palms came crashing down again and again, hammering toward his skull.

Henry could not keep up his defense and took a palm strike to his shoulder. He almost had half his shoulder torn off by Andrew. His entire face twisted with pain from the extreme heat and agony.

"Andrew, you're fucking insane!" Henry roared, his voice dripping with venom.

Despite his injuries, he quickly pulled back to create distance from Andrew.

Meanwhile, Andrew spun around with lightning speed and unleashed a storm of punches, each strike pounding the air into visible ripples that shattered everything in their path.

Nicholas stepped in, his blade flashing cold light. One after another, he intercepted Andrew's blows, though hurriedly and without his earlier poise. At last, his sword thrust forward, piercing into Andrew's chest and spilling a spray of blood.

Andrew's expression did not falter, though pain flashed in his eyes. He clamped both hands onto the blade, twisted violently, and snapped it in half with a sharp metallic clang.

Nicholas was not alarmed but delighted, laughing loudly. "Andrew, you're injured and bleeding out. You won't be leaving this place alive."

Andrew remained expressionless, letting half his body bleed profusely. He landed lightly beside the stone platform and glanced at the sleeping Shiloh.

"As long as I'm still breathing, none of you vermin will lay a hand on her."

A powerful aura surged from Andrew's body once again. He showed no signs of weakness despite his injuries.

Alistair hesitated. If he did not take the initiative to attack, what awaited him would be Andrew striking first at his vital points. In the end, he could not help but abandon the final step.

Though the ritual had been on the verge of success, he now had a deep understanding of Andrew's ferocity and did not want to face Andrew's attacks directly. After all, even he could not be sure what the consequences would be if he took one of Andrew's Inferno Strikes.

Henry, Nicholas, and Alistair spread into a three-way formation, closing in on Andrew from all sides.

Eric, clutching his chest, staggered to Andrew's side. His face was pale, but his eyes were wide with disbelief. Even he could not fathom how Andrew had turned the tide under such impossible pressure.

Henry raised a trembling finger at Andrew, his voice breaking into an enraged scream. "Andrew! You struck at me without care for your own life. And what did it gain you? Look at yourself! You're broken, bleeding, a rat trapped in a cage. You've got nothing!"