Chapter 70: Elite – The Saint Son Theodore (3)

Theodore was growing increasingly agitated. He had already completed reassembly, returned to his true form, and thought he could finish off the man and woman in a single strike. Yet somehow, the battle had dragged into a war of attrition. Every time he slashed, his claws tore through walls; every time his tail lashed out, it pierced solid stone. His vine clones, born from sacred blood, were swift and deadly. And yet those two—slippery as eels—just kept evading him. Worse still, they had wounded…