Brielle's face suddenly turned deathly pale, and despair flashed 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 his command.

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. Do