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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 2789

Andrew had already lost all sense of reason at this point. The only thing keeping him fighting was pure instinct and the buried, primal urge to kill. His greatsword came crashing down from above, though it did not target any of the five directly. Even so, all five suddenly felt a crushing weight bearing down on them. Fear rose in their chests at the exact same moment. Three of them instantly retreated, prioritizing survival above all else. Only Damon and Titus, who had spent a lifetime fighting side by side, recognized the real opening.

Retreating guaranteed serious injury, so the only path to victory was to meet the strike head-on. Their judgment and battle instincts were, without question, correct. They took Andrew’s descending strike straight on, their energy flaring violently as it collided with Godslayer. However, what they did not expect was that none of their companions stayed behind to help them absorb the impact. With only the two of them remaining in front of Godslayer, it was impossible to fully block the blow. The murderous weapon had been pushed to its limits by Andrew, and its bloodthirst was —- terrifying.

After absorbing Andrew’s blood earlier, even its blade seemed to faintly turn crimson. Titus was slightly weaker than Damon. His shoulder was the first to split open with a sharp crack as Godslayer’s aura sliced him. Blood sprayed out as Titus let out a pained groan, yet he still refused to step back. Sweat streamed down his face as he shouted, “Damon, be careful, I can’t hold it much longer!” Damon’s expression twisted as he forced out another burst of strength. From below, he slammed both palms upward against the blade.

“You little bastard, Titus and I will kill you today!” Damon shrieked with venomous hatred at Andrew, who hovered mid-air with the greatsword. By this point, the fight was no longer a simple case of the Divine Alchemists wanting to crush Andrew. Instead, both sides had been pushed to their absolute limits, filled with nothing but the desire to tear the other to pieces Andrew pressed down on Godslayer with both hands, his ice- cold face smeared with blood. Then, without warning, he grabbed the sword’s razor edge with his bare hand.

Everyone around froze in shock, instantly sensing that something terrible was about to happen. —- Pain flashed across Andrew’s pale face as Godslayer drank his blood wildly. The blade shifted from dark red to bright crimson. It glowed like the sunset, dripping with the promise of violence. With a sharp hum, Godslayer’s destructive power surged. It tore straight through the energy barrier protecting Damon and Titus. In the next second, the blade swung down toward Titus’ head.

Titus’ eyes filled with disbelief and pure terror as he screamed, ” No!” At the last second, Damon rammed his shoulder into Titus’ back and yelled, “Go!” Godslayer’s edge then sliced clean through Damon’s shoulder, chopping off half of it. Damon let out a raw, animalistic scream as the pain ripped through him. His body flew like a rag doll for more than ten meters before he crashed into the ground. Silence fell instantly. Everyone stared in shock. With such an overwhelming lineup, the Lloyd family’s Dragon Prince still managed to overpower them and sever Damon’s shoulder.

No one could believe it had actually happened. —- Titus snapped out of his daze and screamed, “Damon!” He rushed toward his fallen brother without hesitation. The Divine Alchemists’ apprentices, pale and shaken, sprinted over as well, yelling, “Mr. Mullins!” Damon hit the ground hard, but he quickly sat upright. He slapped two pressure points to stop the bleeding on his mangled shoulder. His energy churned inside him as he fought to stabilize his meridians while Godslayer’s lingering energy ravaged them.

Even as a powerhouse in the second tier of the martial emperor level, he felt utterly overwhelmed. Titus fumbled nervously, pulling out his prized, top-grade healing pills from his robes and quickly feeding them to Damon. If not for Damon’s sacrifice just now, he would be dead. The thought filled him with gratitude toward Damon and a mixture of dread and hatred toward Andrew. “That damned brat deserves to die..” Titus snarled as he stood up, ready to rally the others to resume the attack on Andrew. Yet, when he looked, the man was gone. Both Andrew and Jerome had vanished from the spot.

—- All he could see were two figures rapidly fleeing into the distant forest. They had escaped? Titus erupted with fury, feeling like his chest might burst from rage. “After them!” The other three factions had also been stunned by what happened and had been focused on Damon the whole time. Now, filled with shock and anger, they rushed after Andrew without waiting for Titus’ command.