Facing imminent death, Nicholas forced down his fear. He had no idea how Andrew could unleash such a primal, overwhelming force, but survival came first.

Summoning every ounce of his power, Nicholas conjured a massive sword formation around himself. This was the peak of his lifetime's cultivation, his ultimate defense. If it couldn't hold, he might as well join the McDaniel ancestors.

At that critical moment, Dorian realized he couldn't let Andrew defeat Nicholas alone. If Nicholas fell, he would have to face the terrifying Inferno Strike by himself—a certain death sentence.

Every muscle in his body tensed and burst with violent energy as he stepped sideways, his massive frame shielding Nicholas. With nothing but his own flesh, he blocked the first wave of Andrew's Inferno Strike.

Blood gushed from his mouth, but he showed neither fear nor pain. His eyes were steady, his will unshaken.

He thought, Impressive… Truly impressive...