Just as White Mitchell rushed to the scene, the situation on the War God's side had become precarious.
The War God was now being heavily besieged by the experts of the Heavenly Dragon City.
Although he had killed a few of them, faced with the experts of the Heavenly Dragon City, the War God was already in a state of total physical and mental exhaustion.
Now, he was barely sustaining himself with a shred of consciousness.
"You have nowhere left to run. Surrender now." The leader of the Heavenly Dragon City spoke with utter disdain.
"Bah!"
The War God stood up, holding his war blade, and spat out a mouthful of dirty blood.
"You've led yourself into a dead end. Just tell us who has the Spirit Pill, and we might grant you a quick death. Otherwise, none will be spared!" said the ferocious leader of the Heavenly Dragon City.
The War God sneered. The Spirit Pill was not in his possession; he was merely responsible for leading the pursuers away.