Andrew's Godslayer slashed down head-on, hammering Marshall back again and again, his eyelids twitching wildly as intense pain appeared on his face.
Andrew spat, "Not only are you weak, but your family is nothing special either. Don't worry. After I deal with you, I'll personally deliver your head to the Ludendorff family. You call yourselves kings of the wasteland, but I am going to test that claim."
Marshall shrieked, "Your name is Andrew Lloyd, right? You'll definitely regret this!"
Andrew sneered viciously. "The one who should regret everything is you. When you slaughtered everyone in that town, your fate was sealed. Death is all that awaits you."
Andrew's figure flashed again and again, and he suddenly appeared above Marshall. With a fierce shout, he brought the greatsword down once more.
Marshall raised one arm skyward, flames spiraling wildly around it. However, his arm was severed instantly, and the last trace of color drained from his face.
"How is this possible? How could you even break through my blazing flame?"
For the first time, Marshall panicked. Without thinking, he turned and ran. Yet to his horror, Andrew matched him in an instant.
The two raced side by side across the wasteland, like twin chariots charging forward. In Andrew's eyes, there was nothing but cold killing intent.
Godslayer slammed down again and again, each strike aimed straight at Marshall's vital points.
Marshall clenched his teeth and roared. He was only able to defend himself, but he could not counter at all.
"I'm reaching the city soon. Andrew, the entire wasteland stands with the Ludendorff family. You cannot kill me. Instead, you will be torn to pieces very soon."
Marshall's voice was filled with venom. Only now did he fully realize that he was no match for Andrew.
His once pristine blond hair was in disarray, half of one arm was drenched in blood, and his tailored suit was shredded and ruined.
Worst of all, his face was completely soaked in blood.
Every strike from Andrew's Godslayer rattled his organs and made him cough blood.
Finally, the city was less than 50 yards away. Marshall pushed his speed even higher. As long as he got inside, as long as he crossed that line, he would live.
His survival would mean Andrew's death.
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