Read Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Novel by Only For You Updated 2025 -26 - Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 2707

Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 2707-Mikayla’s expression iced over as she prepared to finish Koda, but Eric proved far more troublesome than he ever was. She gathered her strength and launched a swift strike, yet Eric kept slipping back with shameless ease, dodging her again and again. She couldn’t unleash her full power, and the mounting frustration clawed at her control. Then, for just a heartbeat, her mental discipline wavered—

—and Eric struck.

His Phantom Mirage stabbed into her mind like a razor-sharp psychic spike. Mikayla screamed, terror flashing across her face. She hadn’t expected Eric to target not just her emotions, but her spirit as well. His psychic attack wasn’t strong enough to truly injure her, but it jolted her focus just enough to shake her composure. In a fight like this, that single moment of panic was deadlier than any blow Koda could land. And right on cue, the moment her thoughts scattered, Koda’s greatsword came roaring toward her with bone-crushing force.

Mikayla let out a furious shout, eyes turning vicious as she raised both hands in a desperate weave of defense. But she reacted a split-second too late. Her strength fell short. The blade veered slightly off course, yet the flat of the greatsword still slammed into her abdomen. Her slender body flew back, blood trailing from the corner of her lips.

Mikayla—born pampered, untouched by suffering—let out a choked, pained groan.

“How dare you hurt Mikayla! Die!” Lorenzo exploded, completely losing control.

Andrew clicked his tongue in irritation. He kicked the fallen greatsword up from the ground, sending it spinning into the air. Grabbing the hilt, he surged forward. By the time he reached Lorenzo, the massive blade was already lifted high above his head, poised to come crashing down.

Lorenzo finally dropped all restraint, releasing the full force of a fourth-stage martial emperor. Yet just before Andrew’s strike connected, Andrew pivoted sharply, sliding his foot and circling Lorenzo with blistering speed.

Godslayer hovered menacingly, locked onto Lorenzo as Andrew continued his rapid rotation, refusing to commit too soon.

“You little bastard!” Lorenzo snarled, realizing how quickly the tide was turning. Fire lit his eyes as he shoved Jerome back with a single palm strike. Without even waiting for his core to stabilize, he lunged at Andrew with a flurry of wild, desperate blows.

Andrew answered with a cold laugh. Without bothering to look, he thrust Godslayer forward three times in rapid succession, each strike detonating through the air.

The violent movement tore at his old wounds, blood sliding down his wrist and onto the blade—but not a single drop reached the ground. The murderous weapon absorbed every bit of it.

Lorenzo stepped out of the crackling wave of energy, his expression dark as storm clouds. His body seemed untouched, yet the twitch at the corner of his eye gave him away, and the meridians along his hands bulged and trembled.

Jerome said urgently, “Andy, don’t give him a chance to recover. I’ll take him head-on—you find the opening. Don’t hold back. Make sure your next strike is strong enough to cripple him.”

A savage grin twisted across Andrew’s face. “Mr. Thornton, then let’s make this a perfect combo. Maybe this bastard will finally die by our hands.”

Lorenzo roared, “You fools are courting death! Come on, then!”

He blurred forward and unleashed another violent barrage. But Andrew refused to meet him head-on. Instead, he tore across the battlefield in a relentless arc, Godslayer flashing whenever he darted in. Each precise slash forced Lorenzo into a frantic scramble, completely shattering his rhythm.