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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3241

Explosions thundered through the sky as the black and crimson energy above Andrew’s head twisted together and surged forward. It looked like a dark current tangled with a river of blood—distinct yet inseparable—crashing toward Wyatt like a catastrophic flood tearing across the heavens.

Above Wyatt, the furious dragon roared.

Fangs bared, driven by the very limit of his strength, it twisted violently and shot forward, slamming head-on into the ominous torrent.

The impact detonated.

A massive shockwave burst outward from the collision point. In a single instant, one-third of the Cunningham estate collapsed into ruins. The tremor rippled through half of Chetvine. And yet, strangely, no outside experts rushed in. Whether someone had sealed off the area or an unseen force was suppressing the disturbance, no one knew.

Under the crushing force of the clash, Andrew and Wyatt nearly coughed up blood at the same time.

The brutality in Andrew’s eyes sharpened. His gaze slowly turned blood red.

Fueled by his fury, the black-and-red torrent in the sky suddenly swelled. Then it began to change—

It took form.

The churning energy reshaped itself into the towering shadow of an ancient demon god, rising upright in midair. In that instant, it grew to at least five times the size of Wyatt’s dragon.

It was like a grown man standing before a small dog.

The demon god lifted its palm and struck down.

A dull, thunderous boom followed—so heavy it seemed to land directly in everyone’s chest.

Wyatt’s dragon, summoned with everything he had, was instantly shattered by nearly a third. Its once vivid, fearsome form began to flicker and fade.

The dragon raised its massive head and roared at the looming demon god.

But this time, the roar lacked ferocity.

It sounded afraid.

Reluctant.

The dragon’s existence was bound to Wyatt’s own life force. At that same moment, Wyatt spat out another mouthful of blood. His face drained of all color, turning ghostly pale. He looked as though he might collapse at any second.

Andrew’s expression hardened. With a shift of his will, the ancient demon god lifted its foot and brought it crashing down again.

The already weakened dragon twisted violently, letting out a distorted, agonized scream.

Then—

It split cleanly in two.

After one final, unwilling roar, it disintegrated completely.

Wyatt staggered back three steps in a row. He threw his head back, and blood poured from his mouth like a ruptured dam.

“Grand Elder Wyatt!”

The Cunningham family members below cried out in anguish, their voices breaking with grief.

Otto, who had barely been holding himself together, let out a bitter laugh. He closed his eyes and collapsed, no one able to tell whether he had fainted—or died.

Wyatt’s tall frame fell from the sky with a heavy crash, slamming into the ground and blasting out a deep crater.

Coughing violently, Conrad rushed forward to support him.

Wyatt raised a trembling hand and pointed weakly at Andrew. Thick, dark-tinged blood stained the corner of his mouth—a sign that the injury had struck at his very core. His internal organs had been severely damaged.

“Y-Your dark power…” he rasped, struggling for breath. “It’s terrifying… This… this isn’t something martial artists of Holtrien could ever cultivate…”

His voice trembled.

“Andrew… if you want to kill me… then do it. I’m defeated.”

He forced the words out, each one costing him.

“The Cunningham family… is at your disposal.”