Capital City, Northern Territory Headquarters.
A month's time, neither long nor short.
The day, finally, had come to the agreed time.
On this clear morning, White Mitchell quietly left.
As he left, Sherry Jones lying on the bed, teared up.
White Mitchell saw this and took it to heart, but he dared not speak, afraid that once he did, he would not be able to leave.
However, the responsibilities still rested on his shoulders, and personal feelings had to be put aside for the moment.
White Mitchell appeared in the training ground at the agreed time.
"War King level warriors, step forward!"
The God of Heaven War shouted with an uplifted arm.
As his words fell, fifty thousand men stepped forward, the aura of the War Kings filling the air, shooting straight into the sky.
Seeing this, White Mitchell's eyes instantly reddened.
According to the situation a month ago, only ten thousand out of his hundred thousand soldiers were War King level.