Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3285

Suspended in mid-air, Andrew's face was calm and unreadable. As his sword strike came down, he also dove headfirst downward.

That martial god from the Cavendish royal family, Chet Cavendish, who had arrived later, took Andrew's sword strike head-on. He was directly driven down, his face contorted, howling and screaming as he was smashed into the ground below.

"How did he arrive so quickly?" Cormac was shocked.

Clutching Guillermo and Wesley, he fled into the distance. However, the moment he moved, Andrew was already beside him, his voice ice-cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Put them down, or you'll die too."

Cormac let out a fierce laugh. "Perfect! Then let me experience the legendary skills of the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince firsthand! We didn't manage to kill you before, but this time, that's hard to say!"

His fighting spirit was at its peak, showing no fear whatsoever.

Andrew shifted his greatsword and casually slashed out.

Cormac did not dare underestimate it, knowing he had to respond with full force or face certain death. As for how Andrew's injuries had healed so quickly, and how his strength seemed even more terrifying than before, Cormac had no time to think.

Guillermo and Wesley screamed as they fell to the ground.

Cormac looked up and assumed a strange posture. Then, he raised both hands skyward in a lifting stance.

Andrew's descending sword strike created towering waves of energy, with sword energy stretching over 100 yards as it crashed down on Cormac's head.

Above his head, a massive phantom suddenly materialized. The sword energy and the phantom consumed each other.

Cormac spat out a mouthful of blood in a violent spray. Nonetheless, at least he had managed to block Andrew's strike.

He exclaimed in shock, "How is this possible?"

Suddenly, a scream pierced his ears.

He stammered for a long time, unable to form a complete sentence.

In mere moments, Andrew had suppressed another one of the Cavendish family's powerhouses. Then, with just two sword strikes, he had forced Cormac under immense pressure, as if facing the wrath of heaven itself.

This level of strength could not possibly belong to a martial god, not even a peak martial god.

With Cormac's pride, he could confidently say that he dared face any peak martial god alive. Yet, Andrew was different; Cormac no longer dared to face him.

He knew well that his opponent had already transcended the martial god realm.

That instant when he crossed several hundred yards through the air alone was proof enough. Such power had completely surpassed what a human should be capable of.

There was only one answer: Andrew had reached Beyond Mortal Limits.

Accompanied by coughing sounds, Chet crawled out of the massive crater created by Andrew's first sword strike.