Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2102

A massive surge of black energy burst out like boiling water.

Henry and Grace were both struck midair, coughing blood. Their eyes widened in utter shock.

Alistair was far too powerful. With sheer force alone, he had driven them back. In truth, anyone who dared to lay a hand on Shiloh had no choice but to back off.

"When I strike, no one leaves alive. Whoever dares to move, I will kill!" Alistair declared coldly.

Holding Shiloh with one hand while massive black energy swirled around his other hand, Alistai's presence was awe-inspiring, stunning all the martial artists into momentary suffocation.

Yet Andrew's calm, mocking voice rang out once more. "To claim the saintess is to claim immortality. A few small casualties mean nothing. Now go! Take down that old bastard! Numbers win battles, so bury him!"

At once, the crowd that had fallen silent grew restless again, their bloodlust reigniting.

Alistair was indeed formidable, but the promise of eternal life outweighed everything else. Bloodshot eyes flared once more, and weapons gleamed under the lights as hundreds of blades and spears came crashing toward Alistair.

At the same time, more than a dozen martial kings surged with energy, unleashing their power in unison. It was like a flood crashing down, and entire rows of buildings in the McDaniel family estate collapsed under the onslaught.

The sight of hundreds of martial artists encircling Alistair was both brutal and spectacular. Everywhere their strikes landed, destruction followed.

Henry and Grace locked eyes. Their fear had nearly crushed them before, but now the temptation of the saintess burned their courage back to life.

They both knew Alistair was not to be trifled with. Yet, the lure of the Greene family's saintess was enough to drive anyone mad.

They clenched their teeth and charged in once more.

Henry's fists blasted out twin gusts of force, while Grace swung her cane with a deadly gale, aiming straight for Alistair's head.

Another earth-shaking explosion tore through the battlefield, dozens more martial artists falling dead or crippled.

Alistair's fury boiled over as he roared, "Get out of my way! Anyone who dares step forward will be killed!"

Yet, the more he slaughtered, the harder the others threw themselves at him.

The martial world never lacked for bloodlust. Once men's eyes turned red, the battle could only end one way: kill, or be killed.

On the sidelines, Eric trembled, his throat bobbing nervously. His eyes shifted to Andrew, filled with shock, admiration, fear, and utter confusion all at once.

In short, the scene was as astonishing as it was terrifying.

Andrew ignored him. He quickly shoved one pill after another into his mouth, and as the energy in his core surged back to life, his killing intent sharpened once more.

Andrew sneered. "Your Eminence, you may be strong, but you forget that this is Holtrien. You outsiders have only one fate: death."

Hearing Andrew's taunt, Alistair, trapped in the center of the storm, let out a furious roar. "Andrew, you wretched brat! I will make you pay dearly for what you've done today!"