Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2086 The blood droplet was deep crimson, growing larger and more solid as it spun like a red crystal above Shiloh's chest. Andrew's eyes turned ice-cold as he prepared to charge out directly. However, Shiloh, who had been lying motionless, suddenly let out an ear-splitting scream. At that same moment, her tightly closed eyes snapped open. They were all white. No pupils, only a blinding, frigid haze that sent a chill deep into the bones. Beside Andrew, Eric visibly shuddered. He muttered quickly, his voice tight with fear.

"If she loses control, everyone here will die!" The blood droplet suspended above Shiloh's chest suddenly retreated back into her body. Everything returned to calm once again. Nicholas gripped his sword and said in a deep voice, "Your Eminence, what's happening here? Why has the Blood of Longevity, after being forced out, returned to this woman's body? Alistair's voice was no longer steady and casual. Instead, it carried weight and gravity. "Do not worry, Mr. McDaniel Senior. ---- With the Crimson Flame Cult's secret arts, | will draw it out again.

No matter how stubborn her blood is, it cannot resist forever." With a low shout, Alistair's black robes began surging wildly as if whipped by a storm. A terrifying aura erupted from him, rolling out in waves. Andrew's expression grew even colder. He realized that Alistair was at least at the peak of martial saint level. He might even have one foot already in the realm above, pressing close to the martial emperor. Beyond that lay the absolute limit of martial arts, the pinnacle no human had ever surpassed. Andrew's eyes locked on him without blinking.

Alistair's lips moved in incantation as his jagged nail sliced across his wrist. Thick, dark blood dripped down, landing squarely on the Flamebinding etched into Shiloh's chest. Catalyzed by the blood drops, the Flamebinding seemed to light up. The crimson serpent within the circular pattern became even more lifelike, as if it were about to come alive. Once again, Alistair began extracting Shiloh's blood. This time, strengthened by the seal, Shiloh had no power to resist. Pain twisted her face, but the blood droplet over her chest only grew ---- thicker, heavier, more condensed.

The Blood of Longevity was about to take form, Nicholas's knuckles whitened on his sword. He shook with excitement, unable to restrain himself. He reached out, hand trembling, ready to seize the droplet. Alistair barked, "Mr. McDaniel Senior, wait! This blood carries immense power. It could backfire." Nicholas snorted coldly. "It's fine. My strength is more than enough to handle a single drop of blood." Just as his palm was about to grasp the blood droplet, Andrew released a deep breath, power surging in his chest, about to strike. But at that very moment, something unexpected happened.

Someone else moved first. A black-clad figure, masked and swift as a hawk, soared through the air. It was Henry! Laughing wildly, he swooped past Nicholas and struck with a sudden palm strike. ---- Nicholas roared with fury. Never had he imagined someone would dare try to steal from him. His sword arm swung back, meeting Henry's palm with a thunderous crash. However, Henry's strike was never meant to kill; it was only a distraction. As Nicholas countered, Henry's other hand shot forward, snatching straight for the blood. "Your Eminence, Mr. McDaniel Senior...

Thank you kindly for the gift!" Henry's triumphant laughter echoed across the chamber.