Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3138

Arya's expression was cold as frost. The white holy sword in her hand lifted a massive pillar of sacred light and slashed down violently.

On the ground below, Andrew's expression was ice-cold. Storm energy swirled around Godslayer, and his aura surged wildly. With a single strike of his own, he met her attack head-on.

"Andrew, you devil, I told you I wouldn't let you continue growing stronger." Arya's face was sacred and solemn, devoid of any emotion. "As long as I am here, you'll never achieve your demonic ambitions and desires in the Wastelands!"

Andrew snorted coldly. "Arya, you crazy woman, I've been waiting for you for ages!"

Arya sneered. "Looks like you knew I wouldn't just stand by and watch. Then you should be prepared to be completely annihilated!"

Her white holy sword came crashing down again with overwhelming force. The dazzling sacred light was so bright it was blinding.

Andrew's greatsword struck back in rapid succession. Even so, he was still being suppressed by the white sacred light, forced downward toward the ground.

Arya said coldly, "Nyx can't help you right now. I know you won't wait around for death, so go ahead and call all your people to fight. Don't worry, I won't hold back. Since the Highland Tribe warriors have fallen into corruption just like you, I'll purify them along with you."

Andrew held back the blood rising to his throat and laughed mockingly. "You're making yourself sound way too righteous, Arya!. Looks like the Pope wants to be King of the Wastelands too. You should've just said so. For the sake of that old geezer, I could've handed Throne City over to him."

Arya's sacred face flared with anger. "Blasphemer, you're asking for death!"

As she spoke, an overwhelming sacred light slashed down like a killing storm.

Andrew's greatsword clanged as he blocked repeatedly, continuously retreating.

Arya pursued relentlessly, her eyes cold and determined. She had already promised Kass that this time, she would kill Andrew for sure. The reason she had waited until now to strike was that Nyx was already tied up, fighting on top of Throne City.

Arya had seized this opportunity to ensure Andrew's death. Though he put up quite some resistance, in her eyes, it was still far from enough. Currently, on the entire battlefield, the only ones who could threaten her were probably the progenitor-level figures from the Dark Clans.

Andrew and Arya fought their way in the opposite direction, killing their way deep into the Wastelands, far from the center of the battlefield.

Arya began reciting a prayer. Immediately, the white color of her holy sword brightened another shade.

Andrew's heart tightened as he cursed at how formidable the crazy woman was. Nevertheless, he had to hold on.

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