Read Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Novel by Only For You Updated 2025 -26 - Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3327

Byron’s body plummeted toward the ground—but before it could hit, it disintegrated into ash and vanished into thin air.

The black fog that had smothered the entire Umbral Peak Sect slowly thinned, revealing a scarred, ravaged landscape. It no longer looked like the end of the world—just the aftermath of one.

“The Patriarch… is dead? Just like that?” Monty muttered.

He dropped his sword and bolted.

Andrew’s blade came down in a flash, cutting off the only escape route. The strike sent Monty flying. He slammed into the ground with a brutal crash.

Clutching his chest, blood spilling from his mouth, Monty gasped, “Andrew… are you really going to wipe us all out?”

Andrew’s greatsword was already pressed to the center of his forehead. His eyes were ice cold.

“You deserve to die. I wanted to end you in a single strike,” he said evenly. “But I’ll give you one last chance.”

His voice hardened.

“Will the Umbral Peak Sect join the fight?”

Monty roared hoarsely, panic bleeding into his words. “Umbral Peak Sect will follow your lead! You call the shots—we obey. Is that enough?”

Andrew’s expression didn’t soften.

Moments ago, he had truly stood on the edge.

Byron’s true strength hadn’t been raw power—it had been his invasive Demonic Art, a twisted force that burrowed into the mind and shook the soul. If Andrew hadn’t possessed iron will, he would have fallen long ago, trapped in that warped illusion.

Even now, the memory of those vivid, almost real scenes churned his blood.

But that life-and-death clash had forged him stronger—especially his will.

He took a deep breath and crushed the lingering chaos in his mind.

Suddenly, a figure shot out of the ruins, fleeing toward the outer edge of the Umbral Peak Sect.

Andrew didn’t even look up.

Godslayer began to spin in his palm with a low, ominous hum. The massive blade whirled faster and faster until it reached its limit.

With a sharp buzz, he flicked it forward.

The sword tore through the sky like a blazing meteor, catching the fleeing man in an instant. It pierced straight through his back and burst out of his chest. Blood exploded into the air.

A shrill scream of terror echoed across the ruins.

Julius—the once untouchable leader of the Divine Alchemists—was cut down just like that.

He struggled to speak, staring at Andrew as he rasped, “Y-You…”

His eyes rolled back.

He died before finishing the sentence.

Andrew walked over slowly, step by step, his face utterly blank. He gripped Godslayer and yanked it free. Only then did Julius’ body collapse fully to the ground, his tall, imposing frame now nothing more than a lifeless shell.

Monty swallowed hard, his throat tightening.

Byron was dead.

Now Julius had fallen too.

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

Without sparing Julius another glance, Andrew lifted his greatsword. His black coat whipped in the wind as he strode toward the exit of Umbral Peak Sect.

“Move out,” he commanded coldly. “All disciples of the Umbral Peak Sect and the Divine Alchemists will follow Mr. Reyes and head to Azure Gate immediately.”

His gaze swept across them.

“Anyone who disobeys will be executed on the spot.”

Monty let out a bitter laugh, not daring to resist.

He quickly gathered his people and left the mountain stronghold that had stood in isolation for centuries.