Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3358

Just as the five streams of power were about to slam into Andrew, he gripped his sword with both hands and swept it outward in a wide arc.

A black-and-crimson blade of light, stretching hundreds of yards, roared across the sky as if he had grabbed an entire mountain and swung it like a wrecking ball.

The sheer violence and domineering pressure of the move left everyone staring in stunned silence.

Andrew's blade not only erased the combined attack of the five martial gods in an instant, but it also countered like a high-energy shockwave cutting through everything in its path.

After two piercing screams, two martial gods from the three empires exploded midair. The remaining three felt their souls leave their bodies as they spun around and fled for their lives, abandoning both their troops and their allies without hesitation.

They bolted back the way they had come, their faces filled with terror as if they had just seen the devil himself.

Taking advantage of one enemy martial god frozen in shock, Nyx slashed her dagger across his throat and left a burst of shimmering light in her wake. Her graceful figure streaked forward more than 100 yards as she caught up to another enemy martial god who had already been frightened out of his wits by Andrew.

She drove him into repeated desperate defenses, pushing him to the brink of death again and again.

After a brief moment of shock, Atticus broke into wild joy and gave a direct order.

"Cavendish royal family forces, full counterattack! Kill them!"

The army that had been pinned down moments ago was fired up and began striking back with full force.

By Andrew's hand alone, three martial gods had already fallen in this battle. Martial gods were not expendable foot soldiers, and each one was a pillar of power.

Nyx had also taken down one.

Out of the enemy's original 12 martial gods, only eight remained. Of those eight, three were already seriously wounded.

Without speaking, they began retreating one after another.

Every single one of them deliberately fled in the opposite direction of Andrew, pushing themselves to the limit to escape.

The elderly martial god of the Cavendish royal family, Frederick Cavendish, who had previously glared at Andrew with open hostility, now walked over with sincere respect.

"Mr. Lloyd, I was rude before. Please forgive me."

Andrew smiled and said, "Mr. Frederick, a man your age still fighting like that on the front line. That's genuinely something to respect."

Frederick's face flushed red. He had nearly died on the battlefield, and if not for Nyx saving him, he would not have made it back alive.

Now hearing Andrew praise him for fighting well, even Frederick felt he did not deserve it.

Compared to Andrew, who had cut down enemy martial gods and faced five alone, forcing them to flee in terror, Frederick felt that even if he rode a rocket, he could never catch up to that level of strength.

Jakob, however, felt a storm of emotions in his heart. Watching Andrew win the respect of the Cavendish royal family so easily, while he himself had schemed for so long without even receiving a word of thanks or praise, was almost unbearable.

Some people, he thought bitterly, just made everyone else look invisible without even trying.