Chapter 1612

Azrael was leaning against a rock. "Perseus, you're finally here." He had lost a lot of weight, and his face had a sickly yellow complexion. His hair had gone white as well. Perseus made eye contact with Ramona, their joy subsiding. Their gazes turned solemn. With Azrael's skills, anyone who was yet a master was no match for him. He could even take on a beginner Spiritual Level fighter. However, in his current state, Azrael resembled a frail old man. What happened to him? Perseus quickly rushed forward and asked, "What happened to you?" He held Azrael's wrist, taking his pulse. The child was timidly watching Perseus and Ramona from a corner, hiding himself behind Azrael. Perseus was entirely focused on Azrael. His pulse aside, Azrael looked like an abandoned beggar at the moment. He was originally a huge man who looked incredibly strong. Yet, he had lost around 80 pounds and his eyes were sunken. However, his pulse only indicated that he was frail. There was nothing e