Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2788

The martial emperor from the Nieves family launched a flurry of palm strikes. He was cunning, targeting Jerome instead of Andrew.

When Jerome was seconds away from being killed, Andrew forcibly swung his blade back around, ignoring the Harding expert's attack as he blocked the blow meant for Jerome.

Although he saved Jerome, Andrew took a brutal kick to the back from the Harding family's martial emperor. His throat tightened as blood surged up and spilled out.

Jerome shouted, "Andy, leave me and run! Stop worrying about me! If this keeps going, we're both going to die!"

Andrew only smiled and said, "It's fine."

Standing in front of Jerome, he spun Godslayer in a tight arc, creating a dense barrier no one dared to push through.

Wherever his blade swept, not a single person dared to stand in its way.

Damon and Titus were the strongest fighters on the field, yet even they felt increasingly alarmed as the fight dragged on.

The Lloyd family's Dragon Prince simply refused to fall.

More than anything, it was that eerie and vicious greatsword in his hands. Any normal weapon would have shattered long ago, but Andrew's blade was impossibly sharp. It cut through flesh, energy shields, and protective barriers as easily as slicing fruit.

This made the more powerful veterans especially wary, as none of them wanted to get wounded. Even if they killed Andrew, being injured in the process would not be worth it.

Damon suddenly roared, "All apprentices below the martial emperor level, fall back! Stand clear! Those at the pre-martial emperor level and above, attack with me!"

His command instantly organized the chaotic assault into a disciplined formation.

The martial saints, who were already terrified, eagerly withdrew from the fight.

Only five remained: the two Divine Alchemists elders, the leader of the Nieves family, and the senior experts from the Harding and Cunningham families.

All five were top-tier veterans with brutal experience and power. With no juniors in the way, they unleashed their full strength.

Explosive attacks rained down on Andrew from all directions.

Titus saw this and immediately yelled, "Everyone, keep pressing him, he's about to break! He won't last three seconds at this rate!"

However, Titus soon froze as he watched Andrew reach toward his chest and pull out a handful of pills.

Without hesitation, Andrew shoved all of them into his mouth. These pills were all eighth-grade or higher, and there were even two ninth-grade supreme elixirs among them.

The powerful medicinal energy exploded inside him. In an instant, it surged into an endless tide of strength that flooded his entire body.

With a low growl, Andrew suddenly pulled his sword back. His body moved with the blade as he spun sharply to the side. The violent attacks shot past him like five out-of-control torrents.

Behind them, a nearby mound of earth was blasted into the sky on impact.

Andrew lunged forward at full speed, his legs pumping as fast as they could go. In a heartbeat, he leapt high into the air, and a feral, beastlike gleam flashed through his eyes.

"Die!" he roared.