Calvin's voice dripped with venom. "Kill him! Kill this little bastard, Mr. Driscoll Senior!"

Andrew did not release Victoria because the moment he let go, her body would freeze even faster. Even so, holding her did not mean he was not ready to fight Maurice to the death.

The killing intent in him surged, and his thoughts raced.

Victoria's condition, Calvin's betrayal, and the Driscoll family's endless interference.

The crimson in his eyes burned brighter, and without realizing it, the second seal in his energy core finally began to crack apart. A low growl escaped his throat. Everywhere his gaze landed, his mind screamed only one thing: rip apart every living being in front of him.

"Mr. Driscoll Senior, bringing so many men to storm this cathedral and wreck it completely is a bit much, don't you think?"

At the last moment, a cold voice came from far to near, arriving in an instant. This voice seemed to have magical power. The moment it entered Andrew's ears, the raging