Forbidden Land, Heavenly Gang City, the east gate!
The one guarding the east gate is none other than White Mitchell himself!
At this moment, he, all by himself, is moving back and forth with three thousand soldiers in the midst of the east gate.
Everywhere he goes, he leaves behind piles of corpses and puddles of blood.
The battlefield is so cruel, it's either you die, or I perish.
Perhaps to outsiders, White Mitchell may seem bloodthirsty at this moment, like a god of death.
However, from White Mitchell's perspective and the perspective of the entire Dragon Realm, he has no other choice.
Just like the martyrs from decades ago, if they did not fight, they could only wait for others to run rampant in their own land.
Thus, White Mitchell would never allow such passively waiting for death to happen.
At this moment, the three thousand soldiers led by White Mitchell, though the smallest in number, are the quickest in taking the city.
Why? Because White Mitchell is here!