---- Chapter 2781 Brielle''s face suddenly turned deathly pale, and despair shed through her eyes as two silent tears slipped down her cheeks. She had rushed over without caring about her own life, yet she still had no chance of taking Eric back from Julius. Julius was simply too strong, so strong that she could not summon even a shred of hope. Her knees trembled as she slowly prepared to kneel, ready to obey hismand. Eric''s hoarse, furious scream cut across the battlefield. "Don''t you dare kneel! Don''t do it! That bastard, I''d rather die than bow to him for even a second.


    If you really see me as your son, then listen to me and don''t kneel." Brielle cried harder as she looked at Eric''s twisted expression. " Eric!" Eric roared, "Go! Help Dad and Andrew. Then escape! Run as far as you can, and stop worrying about me. Follow Andrew, trust in him. He''ll definitely be able to avenge me." He shouted, "Andrew, take care of my dad, and my... mom! As for that white-haired old demon, let him kill me.


    Don''t worry about me!" Even though Eric''s head was being crushed and his face was ---- twisted, his eyes were exceptionally fierce, like a savage beast fighting for its life. Andrew''s Godyer struck furiously three times in session. Both Damon and Titus'' breathing hitched as they felt all the blood in their bodies about to boil. Shocked, both men retreated simultaneously. They shouted in rm, "So all this time, you haven''t been using your full strength?" Andrew did not even look at the two of them as he raised his sword and charged straight at Julius.


    His eyes were cold to the extreme, but the words he spoke carried a hint ofughter, as if greeting an old friend. "Eric, who''d have thought, when you man up, you''re actually pretty tough. Don''t worry, we''re brothers. I won''t leave you behind, no matter what. You can take care of your parents yourself. Don''t bother me with that!" Behind him, Damon and Titus both flew into a rage. "Get your ass back here!" "You''re not going anywhere!" With two furious roars, Damon and Titus blurred into motion, chasing after Andrew once again.


    Jerome and Brielle sprang out from the sides at the same time, ---- sweeping in to block the attackers and buy Andrew a chance, even though it looked like suicide. "Interesting," Julius said as he watched Andrew rush forward with his sword, azy smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. His expression was full of contempt. "You haven''t even reached Reginald''s level. Come back when you do. Too bad I won''t be waiting for that day toe." Shaking his head, the mockery on Julius'' face grew thicker. He waited until Andrew was nearly in front of him before finally moving.


    One hand still mped around Eric''s head, he lifted his other hand and gave a slight, casual squeeze toward Andrew, like he was crushing the world itself. Andrew froze mid-charge, his body halting as pain flickered across his face. Yet both his hands held tightly to his sword, and even though his movements were slow, he forced the de downward toward Julius with unshakable determination. A deep hum shook the air as Godyer stopped in mid-swing, suspended in front of Julius'' open palm.


    Only a fist''s distance remained between them, but that narrow gap crackled with overwhelming, thunderous force.