White Mitchell tightly held his sword, his gaze firmly fixed on the old beggar. He calmed down and began contemplating how to counter his opponent.
"Let's go again!" White Mitchell said with gritted teeth and a firm tone.
The old beggar chuckled heartily and swung his hand lightly. A wave of black energy erupted from his hand. White Mitchell felt the entire space covered by this energy. He quickly activated his inner strength to resist it.
However, in the face of this overwhelming dark power, White Mitchell's inner strength seemed pale and weak. He felt his body gradually weakening, and it became difficult for him to move.
"Hahaha! Look at you, what have you got to be proud of?" The old beggar laughed arrogantly. "You young people always think too highly of yourselves, thinking that you can solve any problem easily. But, you will never understand the power of someone who has lived as long as I have!"