Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 2111

---- Chapter 2111 Ernesto stood frozen in horror. He gripped the broken hilt of his sword, staring in disbelief at what had just happened. Suddenly, Shiloh's small hand shot forward, palm aimed straight at his skull. Only then did Ernesto snap back to reality, his face going pale with terror as he desperately tried to defend himself. However, it was too late. Her palm struck him square across the face, and he let out a muffled groan as he was sent flying dozens of feet through the air before rolling across the ground.

When he finally struggled to his feet, his face was completely mangled and unrecognizable. He raised a trembling hand to point at Shiloh, trying to say something, but instead, a mouthful of blood came spurting out first. Shiloh did not even spare him a glance. With a reverse pull of his hand, Morgan was yanked through the air toward him against his will. She threw a devastating punch mid-air, and Morgan's back made a sickening crack. His bones were shattered, and his clothes were torn open with a gaping hole.

at death's door, and all he could manage was a bitter laugh. Just then, Ernesto charged forward again. His hands traced a formation in the air, guiding his

mocking smile. She said dismissively, ''The Mistveil Peak's Octa-Palm Exorcism? Not bad, but nothing special! Kid, trying this trick in front of me is nothing but showing off in the wrong place." Then, she

vortex began to tremble, close to collapsing. Even so, she only snorted coldly, her eyes flashing

the corner of Ernesto's mouth again, and he staggered backward three steps. For the first time, his eyes showed genuine fear as he looked at Shiloh. Shiloh walked toward him step by step, her face completely expressionless. She said, "Well then, you can die before Morgan

he remembered his master's repeated warnings before he had left the mountain: the saintess of the Greene family was a being beyond the realm of martial strength. With his current level, if he ever encountered her awakened form, he was to run immediately. However, Ernesto's overwhelming pride had made him forget about this. After all, he was at least 20 years younger than Jerome, yet his combat ability was already equal to his. Mistveil Peak had many prodigies, but among them all, Emesto