The crowd trembled as the Holy Son's fury became palpable. It was hard to imagine what might unfold next. All eyes fixed on the scene, filled with unease.

"He's so powerful!"

"This guy is doomed!"

The onlookers turned to Andy, certain he wouldn't survive the impending onslaught.

Adrian clenched his fists, ready to intervene.

As a friend who had climbed the staircase alongside Andy, how could he stand by and do nothing?

A terrifying force erupted, making the void tremble.

Just then, a calm yet authoritative voice from higher up on the steps reached Adrian's ears.

"Don't go down, kid. Relax, he has a trump card."

In the next moment, bolts of lightning surged toward Andy, carrying overwhelming power.

The Holy Son smirked coldly. "Hah, ants deserve nothing but death."

Andy raised his head and sneered. "Ants? Do you even know what you're talking about?"

His defiant retort stunned everyone. The crowd couldn't believe their eyes.

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