Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3327

Byron's body fell toward the ground below, but before it even hit, it crumbled into ashes and vanished into thin air. The black fog that had blanketed the entire Umbral Peak Sect slowly faded, revealing a dark, battered landscape that no longer looked like the end of the world.

"The Patriarch is dead? Just like that?" Monty muttered to himself.

He threw down his sword and tried to run, but Andrew slashed his blade down, blocking the only path Monty could take.

Monty let out a painful grunt and was sent flying, crashing hard onto the ground.

Clutching his chest as blood poured from his mouth, he gasped, "Andrew, are you really going to wipe us all out?"

Andrew's greatsword was already pressed against the center of his forehead, and his eyes were ice cold. "You deserve to die, and I did want to end you with one strike, but I am giving you one last chance."

He asked, "Will the Umbral Peak Sect join the fight?"

Monty roared hoarsely, "Umbral Peak Sect will follow your lead. You call the shots, and we will obey. Is that enough?"

Andrew's expression did not soften in the slightest because he had truly been on the brink just moments ago.

Byron's real strength had not been his raw power, but his invasive Demonic Art that twisted the mind and shook the soul. If Andrew had not possessed an iron will, he would have fallen long ago and lost himself in that warped illusion.

The memories of those vivid, almost real scenes still made his blood churn, but the deadly clash had also pushed his strength and especially his willpower to a whole new level.

He took a deep breath and forced the chaotic thoughts out of his mind.

The tall, imposing frame had lost every trace of life.

Monty swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. Byron was killed, and now Julius, the famed leader of the Divine Alchemists, had also fallen by Andrew's hand.

Was Andrew really about to crush the eight ancient sects and trample these long-standing powerhouses into the dust?

Without sparing Julius' body another glance, Andrew lifted his greatsword as his black coat fluttered in the wind and strode toward the exit of Umbral Peak Sect.

He commanded, "Move out! All disciples of the Umbral Peak Sect and the Divine Alchemists will follow Mr. Reyes and head to Azure Gate immediately. Anyone who disobeys will be executed on the spot."

Monty let out a bitter laugh, not daring to resist. Then, he quickly gathered his people before leaving the mountain stronghold that had stood in isolation for hundreds of years.