Chapitre 885: Chapter 873 "Escape from Death

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Tiny golden arcs flickered in Aeolus's eyes as his emotions surged, but they were quickly suppressed as layers upon layers of densely packed Runes Formations emerged, subduing the burgeoning power of his bloodline that had risen with the extreme fluctuations of his emotions.

At that moment, Aeolus was enveloped by a sense of powerlessness, a faint self-reproach washing over him; had he not asked this adventurer group to escort him out of the underground maze, they might not have encountered this group of ferocious monsters.

"I…" Aeolus tightened his grip on the short sword in his hand, attempting to do something.

"Run!" The struggle and unwillingness in Aeolus's eyes were all seen by the Elf Sister, who was on the brink of death, and with the last of her strength, she roared out a single word.