The gray-haired martial god from the Hearst family gasped sharply. For the first time, fear appeared on his face.

Jeffery looked up, staring blankly at Andrew's figure. Without him realizing it, his voice had become bitter and hoarse.

His smile was forced as he said, "Fine! Since you've shown your trump card, the Hearst family has nothing to say. Retreat, we're leaving!"

Without hesitation, he ordered the withdrawal.

Zavian was unwilling, "Elder Jeffery, how can we retreat? My father's dea