"How could this be, could it be..."
Adolf suffered unimaginable severe injuries, his body a blur of blood and flesh. Although his robust cultivation level sustained his life force, he had completely lost the ability to fight.
This battle was his defeat, and it was utterly undoubted!
Rodz didn't even use his ultimate move and easily defeated him!
"I really am old!"
Adolf sighed desolately.
He was the revered chairman of the Hermit Association, ranked eighth in the divine rankings, once full of pride and vitality, battling the world and striking awe in all directions.
However, no matter how heaven-defying, he ultimately could not withstand the ravages of time.
His life had now reached its fated end!
"Why has it come to this? Grandpa Adolf clearly had the upper hand, how did he suddenly lose?" Annie couldn't understand, and her heart was filled with sorrow.
Although Adolf had kept his life, his appearance was as miserable as it could get, too pitiful for one to bear.
