Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 2093

---- Chapter 2093 At the brink of death, Nicholas forced down his fear. He had no idea how Andrew could unleash such a primal, overwhelming force, but right now, survival came first. Summoning every ounce of his power, Nicholas conjured a massive sword formation around himself. This was the peak of his lifetime's cultivation, the ultimate defense. If even this could not hold, then he might as well join the McDaniel ancestors in the grave. At the same critical moment, Dorian realized he could not allow Andrew to take down Nicholas alone.

If Nicholas fell, he would be left to face the terrifying Inferno Strike on his own, which was certain death. Every muscle in his body tensed and burst with violent energy as he stepped sideways, his massive frame shielding Nicholas. With nothing but his own flesh, he blocked the first wave of Andrew's Inferno Strike. Blood gushed from his mouth twice, but he showed neither fear nor pain. His eyes were steady, his will unshaken. He thought, 'Impressive... Truly impressive.' For the first time, Dorian looked at Andrew differently as he ---- realized the man had the power to kill him.

forced the truth into clarity. Still, he figured it was not too late. After all, the Crimson Flame Cult's high priest was still waiting in the shadows, a far more terrifying presence. "Mr. McDaniel Senior, this is as much as I can do. The rest is on you!" Dorian roared. With that, he leapt back, his body hissing and steaming. The unbearable heat of the

veins bulging, and then twisted in agony. With a final desperate shout, he bellowed, "Break!" The explosion erupted outward, shaking the chamber to its foundations. Against all odds, Nicholas had survived Andrew's devastating strike. Henry and Eric froze. Henry, in particular, was badly shaken by Andrew's sudden killing technique. He could not help but think that if he had been the one caught in the second stage of the Inferno

the Goldridge uprising, he had conspired with other powerhouses to kill Jerome. Part of the reason was his desire for this Heavenly-tier martial art. Never in his worst nightmares had he imagined it

terrifying. If Andrew ever reached the final stage, the Tides of Hellfire, what then? Every martial artist who practiced palm techniques would have no choice but to worship him. The more Henry thought about it, the darker his expression became! Finally, the storm of fire and dust faded. Smoke cleared,

was doing fine? Sometimes, he really could not figure out what kind of person Andrew was. He was no traditional martial artist, yet when it came to fighting, he was more ruthless than the most desperate killers in the underworld. What Eric did