---- Chapter 2867 Andrew felt the wind blowing against his back suddenly pick up, and it carried a sharp hint of cold. He nced at the crude map in his hand, and he knew he was already close to Wraith Graveyard. In another three hours, he should have reached it. However, he stopped in ce and tilted his head, listening carefully to the wind behind him. Almost immediately, Andrew changed direction and moved away from Wraith Graveyard, heading off toward another route. Ten minutester, Marshall arrived at the exact spot where Andrew had paused.


    There were no footprints on the ground, and no visible traces at all. Yet, Marshall''s mind perfectly reconstructed Andrew''s movements when he had stopped here. He even stepped in the exact same spots Andrew had stepped on. "Interesting. Did he notice me?" With a coldugh, Marshall shot forward, stirring up a gust of wind as he continued the pursuit. Through hismunicator, he notified Yana, "He must have noticed me. Yana, change your direction and nk him from another position." However, Yana responded excitedly, "Sir, that won''t be ---- necessary.


    That guy seems to be heading straight toward me!" Marshall frowned. "Can you handle him?" Yana made a suggestive moan, mimicking sounds from their intimate moments. Then, she purred, "If I can handle your treasure, then handling some Holtrien warrior is nothing!" Marshall shook his head at this shameless woman. Still, he was not worried. Yana hadbat power equivalent to a second-tier martial emperor and had undergone brutal training within the Ludendorff family for years. If she could not kill Andrew, she could at least hold him off without issue.


    Besides, it would not take Marshall long to get there. He just needed his ything of an attendant to stall the opponent for two minutes. Andrew exhaled in a controlled, rhythmic pattern. After over half an hour of sustained high-speed running, he was finally starting to burn through his stamina. Inside his body, each cell and nerve slowly ignited. It was not only from the intense exertion, but also from the growing hunger for battle rising within him. He did not know who was chasing him. He only knew that all he needed to do was swing his sword and kill them.


    In the Ounds, every sudden threat had the same solution: take ---- down your opponent and remain standing That was the foolproof strategy. The sound of the wind ahead grew chaotic, and Andrew knew the opponent ahead was about to collide with him. That opponent was also closing in at high speed. Compared to the one chasing him from behind, the one ahead felt slightly weaker. This was a natural instinct, with no clear reason. Back when he led squads in the organization, this instinct had saved Andrew countless times.


    After breaking his seal and undergoing aplete transformation, that instinct had grown sharper and more precise. Andrew could even vaguely sense that the opponent ahead was a woman because the stride and rhythm of her sprint were clearly different from a man''s. They were close now, just about 100 yards out. Andrew saw a curvy blonde woman charging toward him with a sharp dagger clenched between her teeth and a grin on her face. Her body was explosive, and she wore only a white button-up shirt, barely containing her chest. On the bottom, she wore olive- green jeans paired withbat boots.


    ---- Andrew raised an eyebrow, realizing this woman must belong to a significant faction. In the Ounds, drifters and bandits rarely dressed like this. Only members of formal groups carried themselves with this kind of discipline. After a brief pause, Andrew''s speed exploded. There was no need for words or probing; just kill first, ask nothing. After all, she was clearlying to kill him. His greatsword crashed through the air with a thunderous boom, shing down viciously. Yana''s chest bounced violently. She dropped to her knees and slid forward, throwing her head back.


    The entire motion flowed in a single, seamless sequence. The dagger in her mouth flipped into her hand as it skimmed past Andrew''s greatsword. At the same time, the de shed hard toward the gap between Andrew''s ribs and waist. If itnded, it would have ripped open a vicious wound in an instant. Of course, Andrew was not about to give her that chance. As Godyer sted outward, his entire body rolled into a forward flip. With a sharp shout, Yana''s waist snapped with explosive power, ---- and she sprang upright like a lunging predator.


    Without even turning her head, she shed another dagger strike straight at Andrew''s neck. Andrew''s expression remained cold as he kicked her wrist while Godyer swept wildly toward Yana. He did not aim for any specific point but simply covered her entire body in the de''s range. Yana snorted coldly and changed tactics, stabbing her dagger hard against Godyer''s de. However, her expression changed instantly when the des collided.