The moment Henry gave the retreat order, Alex and the others fled like prisoners granted a last-minute pardon.

Andrew had already been itching to leave, so he fought Adam while slowly falling back with him.

"You sons of bitches came storming in here, and now you want to walk out like nothing happened? Not a chance!" Adam roared, completely fired up.

He went all-in, refusing to let Andrew slip away. However, Andrew did not hold back either, blasting him over and over with Inferno Strike.

Each time their palms collided, Adam felt like his hands had been seared by red-hot irons.

"Damn! What the hell kind of technique is this?" he hissed through clenched teeth.

After a few more hits, he glanced at his hands and froze. They looked like overboiled meat, red and steaming.

"What on earth…" In an instant, Adam became wary.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Andrew stomped the ground and slid backward dozens of meters, instantly catching up to Alex. Then, he grabbed Alex by th