Ahhhh!!!
Cries of torment resounded, coming in waves, as all of Hill Mitchell seemed to have entered hell in an instant.
Raw fear lingered on the hearts of everyone present, refusing to dissipate.
At that moment, everybody's eyes widened in sheer horror, staring at White Mitchell as he approached the Mitchell Family Head step by step. No one dared to obstruct him anymore.
We lost!
The so-called War God strongmen of the Mitchell family, even when they joined forces, were no match for White Mitchell.
Eighteen years ago, he was nothing but a child at the mercy of others, but, eighteen years later, he had grown to become a formidable God of Slaughter!
In front of him, these experts of the Mitchell family were as feeble as clay chickens and pottery dogs. They couldn't withstand a single blow!
What on earth did he go through these eighteen years?
Why has his strength become so terrifying?