Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2867

Andrew felt the wind blowing against his back suddenly pick up, and it carried a sharp hint of cold. He glanced at the crude map in his hand, and he knew he was already close to Wraith Graveyard.

In another three hours, he should have reached it. However, he stopped in place and tilted his head, listening carefully to the wind behind him. Almost immediately, Andrew changed direction and moved away from Wraith Graveyard, heading off toward another route.

Ten minutes later, Marshall arrived at the exact spot where Andrew had paused. There were no footprints on the ground, and no visible traces at all. Yet, Marshall's mind perfectly reconstructed Andrew's movements when he had stopped here. He even stepped in the exact same spots Andrew had stepped on.

"Interesting. Did he notice me?" With a cold laugh, Marshall shot forward, stirring up a gust of wind as he continued the pursuit.

Through his communicator, he notified Yana, "He must have noticed me. Yana, change your direction and flank him from another position."

However, Yana responded excitedly, "Sir, that won't be necessary. That guy seems to be heading straight toward me!"

Marshall frowned. "Can you handle him?"

Yana made a suggestive moan, mimicking sounds from their intimate moments. Then, she purred, "If I can handle your treasure, then handling some Holtrien warrior is nothing!"

Marshall shook his head at this shameless woman. Still, he was not worried.

Yana had combat power equivalent to a second-tier martial emperor and had undergone brutal training within the Ludendorff family for years. If she could not kill Andrew, she could at least hold him off without issue.

Besides, it would not take Marshall long to get there. He just needed his plaything of an attendant to stall the opponent for two minutes.

Andrew exhaled in a controlled, rhythmic pattern. After over half an hour of sustained high-speed running, he was finally starting to burn through his stamina. Inside his body, each cell and nerve slowly ignited. It was not only from the intense exertion, but also from the growing hunger for battle rising within him.

He did not know who was chasing him. He only knew that all he needed to do was swing his sword and kill them.

In the Outlands, every sudden threat had the same solution: take down your opponent and remain standing.

That was the foolproof strategy.

The sound of the wind ahead grew chaotic, and Andrew knew the opponent ahead was about to collide with him.

That opponent was also closing in at high speed.

Compared to the one chasing him from behind, the one ahead felt slightly weaker.

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