Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2622

On this journey to the Eastern Regions' Swordhaven Keep, Andrew's power had advanced in two major ways.

First, he had absorbed Blood Pith, which brought his physical constitution and the density of his true energy to their absolute limits. Even though he was not a martial emperor just yet, his body's strength and energy reserves were already comparable to those of one.

Regardless, the third seal of his energy core was still locked. If that final seal ever broke, he would undoubtedly experience a terrifying breakthrough, with his power being completely unleashed.

Nonetheless, for now, that was not possible.

The second improvement was that he had obtained an unexpectedly divine weapon, which was the Godslayer he now held in his hands.

Whether this greatsword could truly slay gods, Andrew did not know. However, he was certain it could cut down a martial emperor without a problem.

Right now, he stood alone against two Martial Emperors from the Eastern Regions.

"Fool! You're courting death!"

Both martial emperors were furious. To them, Andrew's choice to face both of them alone was not courage; it was an insult. They might not be as strong as Alfredo, but compared to most others, they were untouchable.

As they attacked, thunder and fire roared through the air.

One of them, his hands wreathed in flames, launched scorching streams of energy that burned through the battlefield. His power was violent and overwhelming.

The other moved like a phantom, his strikes swift and unpredictable, coming from impossible angles.

Andrew was still carrying injuries, yet he did not need to exert too much effort. All he had to do was swing the Godslayer. The air howled as he swung twice into the empty space ahead of him.

The air tore apart, and these two strikes seemed to land on nothing. However, one of the martial emperors, in a twist of terrible luck, appeared right in the greatsword's attack path at the last moment.

That martial emperor, wary of the Godslayer, kept backing away.

Meanwhile, the greatsword in Andrew's hands danced with afterimages. First, he wildly slashed three times toward the left.

His opponent stumbled and fell to the right, only to discover the Godslayer was already waiting for him on the right.

This remaining Martial Emperor was formidable indeed. Desperate, the Martial Emperor twisted his body at the last second. The blade meant for his neck instead cut through his arm, slicing it clean off.

His severed arm spun through the air, followed by a burst of blood that painted the ground crimson.

"Retreat!" he shouted.

He did not dare fight another second. Calling to his men, he turned and fled. He did not even glance at his severed arm. The pain was unbearable, yet he forced himself to hold it in.