Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3267

Guillermo roared as the black battle armor on his body erupted, and thick black mist poured out from each overlapping plate. The mist gathered before him and condensed into a solid black wall.

With another furious shout, he slammed his shoulder forward and used the wall as a shield to take Andrew's attack head-on.

The result was immediate and brutal. The black energy wall shattered in an instant, and the red lightning pierced straight through the dissipating mist. It slammed into Guillermo's armor, crackling violently as sparks exploded outward.

After the sharp electric bursts faded, thin strands of red lightning slipped into the armor itself.

Guillermo screamed and threw his head back, his roar laced with raw agony. The sound echoed until the lightning finally died down. As the last sparks disappeared, his scream cut off. His right leg buckled, and he dropped to one knee, gasping for air. He panted heavily as he looked up at Andrew, his eyes filled with both shock and venomous hatred.

Jose struggled up from the corner at that moment.

Ignoring his own battered body, he rushed to Guillermo's side and asked anxiously, "Mr. Vazquez, are you okay?"

Guillermo's voice was hoarse as he roared angrily, "Kill him! Attack with me! He's nearly finished. He won't be able to hold if we joined forces."

Jose turned to look at Andrew. He saw that after delivering that last strike, Andrew's hand gripping the sword had begun to tremble. It seemed that the last sword strike had taken an enormous toll on Andrew.

"Alright, I'll follow your lead, Mr. Vazquez," Jose said, nodding hard.

Then, he burst forward in a sudden charge. He lifted his leg and smashed it toward Andrew's shoulder.

Andrew raised his greatsword and retreated two steps. Then, he swung his sword forward again.

Finally, Jose realized how devastating Andrew's massive blade could be. His heart was pounding as he dodged frantically to the side.

Guillermo seized the opportunity and charged out at that moment. He threw a punch from midair, targeting Andrew's center.

He sneered. "Andrew, you can't hold out much longer. When you collapse, I'll definitely still be standing."

Andrew's voice was low and steady. "Then let's try again!"

Primordial Thunder began coiling around Andrew's greatsword once more. The light reflected in his eyes, turning them blood red.

Guillermo's eyelids twitched violently.

This was the most fundamental power belonging to the Highland Clan's ancestor, Arcturus the Unbroken. In terms of purity, it rivaled the holy radiance of the Lomuia Grand Cathedral.

With a thunderous crash, Andrew forced the greatsword down once more. A massive bolt of red lightning twisted through the air like a venomous serpent, arcing and bending before plunging straight toward Guillermo.