Chapter 686

"Ah!"

Twelve screamed miserably, his body flying back tens of meters like a deflated rubber ball, then crashing heavily to the ground.

"You! You… Cough cough!"

Twelve looked at Theophilus in fear, wanting to say something, but suddenly, he spat out several mouthfuls of fresh blood.

His body began to shrivel up at a speed visible to the naked eye, crack crack crack, his bones continuously shattered.

"Ah!".

Ultimately, Twelve let out a desperate scream of agony, his eyes filled with regret and unwillingness, completely losing all vitality.

A major figure of the Aurora path died just like that.

Even in his death, he didn't understand what kind of existence Theophilus really was.

Why did he carelessly underestimate a mysterious master like Theophilus!

If he had another chance, he would definitely not confront Theophilus directly.

But alas, his life had come to an end...

"Ah ah