Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2093

At the brink of death, Nicholas forced down his fear. He had no idea how Andrew could unleash such a primal, overwhelming force, but right now, survival came first.

Summoning every ounce of his power, Nicholas conjured a massive sword formation around himself. This was the peak of his lifetime's cultivation, the ultimate defense. If even this could not hold, then he might as well join the McDaniel ancestors in the grave.

At the same critical moment, Dorian realized he could not allow Andrew to take down Nicholas alone. If Nicholas fell, he would be left to face the terrifying Inferno Strike on his own, which was certain death.

Every muscle in his body tensed and burst with violent energy as he stepped sideways, his massive frame shielding Nicholas. With nothing but his own flesh, he blocked the first wave of Andrew's Inferno Strike.

Blood gushed from his mouth twice, but he showed neither fear nor pain. His eyes were steady, his will unshaken.

He thought, 'Impressive… Truly impressive.'

For the first time, Dorian looked at Andrew differently as he realized the man had the power to kill him. He had failed to see this clearly before, but facing death forced the truth into clarity.

Still, he figured it was not too late. After all, the Crimson Flame Cult's high priest was still waiting in the shadows, a far more terrifying presence.

"Mr. McDaniel Senior, this is as much as I can do. The rest is on you!" Dorian roared.

With that, he leapt back, his body hissing and steaming. The unbearable heat of the Inferno Strike seared into his flesh, smoke rising from every inch of his frame.

The rest of the Inferno Strike crashed into Nicholas's sword formation. His face turned red, veins bulging, and then twisted in agony. With a final desperate shout, he bellowed, "Break!"

The explosion erupted outward, shaking the chamber to its foundations. Against all odds, Nicholas had survived Andrew's devastating strike.

Henry and Eric froze.

Henry, in particular, was badly shaken by Andrew's sudden killing technique. He could not help but think that if he had been the one caught in the second stage of the Inferno Strike, he would already be nothing more than roast chicken.

Jealousy, hatred, and fear flashed in his eyes as he looked at Andrew.

Henry had always desperately coveted this Inferno Strike technique. Yet, he never would have imagined that Andrew would end up benefiting from it.

Sometimes, he really could not figure out what kind of person Andrew was. He was no traditional martial artist, yet when it came to fighting, he was more ruthless than the most desperate killers in the underworld.

What Eric did not know was that Andrew had already lived through countless battles far crueler than this. In the martial world, people at least sought a reason to fight. However, in the organization where Andrew had once belonged, people killed without reason, and death came without warning.

It was in that merciless crucible that the infamous Dragon Prince of the Lloyd family had earned his name, his reputation spreading across Chetvine.

"Andrew, you're at your limit! No matter how much talent you have, no matter how monstrous your growth, you're not leaving here alive today!" Nicholas shouted, his face filled with hatred as he glared at Andrew.

Dorian stayed silent, but his eyes were heavy with wariness. For the first time, fear had crept into his heart. He was a convict, a man who had long since embraced death, yet standing against Andrew made him realize his courage was not as unshakable as he believed.

No one in this world was truly unafraid of death. If someone seemed to be, it simply meant that real death had not come knocking on their door yet.

As he looked at Andrew, Dorian felt a chill in his chest. He realized that this guy was a ruthless killer who truly understood the art of death.