Chapter 685

Theophilus engaged in a struggle for twenty minutes with an enemy.

This fight left him looking somewhat disheveled.

His clothes bore over a dozen wounds, and the exposed skin also had cuts that were frightening to behold.

The cycle of rebirth significantly limited his strength, reducing his combat power.

"Cough cough..."

Hudson coughed out two mouthfuls of blood, staring heavily at Theophilus and said: “You two, I can't hold on anymore, it's up to you two to capture this man."

Twelve tightly gripped his chrysanthemum sword.

Chief guard Park held a cracked soft sword, his complexion pale.

No matter how many rounds they fought, they all sustained internal injuries, their internal strength faltering, and their stamina more than halved.

Yet, Theophilus's stamina seemed endless like the vast sea, and the combined attacks of the three could not bring him down...

"How much longer can you last?&qu