Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2110

"You demon, how dare you act so brazenly in front of me!" Ernesto roared at the last moment.

He soared upward, gripping his sword with both hands and slashing downward. A massive blade of energy wreathed in power swept toward Shiloh.

Shiloh remained expressionless as she turned and clawed fiercely in front of herself. Immediately, the swirling black energy around her gathered like a whirlpool, forming a shield before her.

The sword energy crashed into the shield with tremendous force. Then, the blade energy dissipated, while Shiloh and her shield remained completely unharmed.

"Mistveil Peak's techniques are as useless and pathetic as always!" came a hoarse voice from Shiloh's mouth, filled with thick disdain.

Ernesto's fury flared. The proud man, always revered and never mocked, shook with rage. Yet, under Shiloh's gaze, which looked at him like he was already dead, he did not dare unleash any of his temper.

He could only grit his teeth and glare at Shiloh. She turned around, placed her palm toward the ground, and gave a light pull.

Arturo was suddenly grabbed by the throat by Shiloh.

The current Shiloh was about five feet three inches tall, having transformed into a teenager.

Meanwhile, Arturo was at least six and a half feet tall, broad-shouldered, and thick-waisted. He was a complete brute of a man, yet Shiloh lifted him up like he weighed nothing.

Morgan did not dare approach and could only shout angrily, "Let him go, you abomination! Do you really mean to keep slaughtering, piling sin upon sin?"

Shiloh's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Right and wrong are decided by heaven, not by men. I kill people because you all deserve to be killed. You're nothing but an insignificant insect. What right do you have to criticize my actions?"

As her word fell, a crack echoed in the air. She had just crushed Arturo's neck.

Just like that, a martial saint died in her hands.

Andrew's brow furrowed deeply. The current Shiloh, with dark energy surging around her, had indeed become a completely different person.

With that, the black aura around her exploded, boiling into the air as she struck first. Her right hand whipped out, unleashing a torrent of shadow-forged force that roared toward Ernesto. At the same time, the tide of darkness surged outward, wrapping around Morgan and dragging him into its suffocating grip.

Morgan fought like a cornered beast, growing weaker with each exchange. Gradually, Shiloh began to counterattack him, putting him in mortal danger.

Meanwhile, Ernesto remained expressionless, his clean robes now splattered with blood. Reckless and desperate, he wielded his sword with deadly intent.

The forest was filled with his wildly flashing blade energy. Yet, Shiloh's movement and attacking power had reached a level that was ghostly and earth-shaking.

Her pale hand shot straight through the storm of swordlight, her fingers clamping onto the blade itself. With a savage twist, she wrenched it apart.

The metal shrieked and snapped, the holy steel shattering in her grasp.

Andrew could not help but step forward, holding his breath.