King's Awakening

Chapter 601: Is White Mitchell a Weakling?

Chapter 601: Chapter 601: Is White Mitchell a Weakling?

Hiss, hiss, hiss!!!

The snake-shaped beast let out a harrowing hiss that would send chills down anyone’s spine.

White Mitchell, carrying the mystery woman on his back, ran frantically.

Finally, White Mitchell managed to cross between two towering trees.

But he dared not look back. If the snake-shaped beast wasn’t fooled, a mere moment of pause was enough for him to meet his end in its gaping jaws.

Boom!!!

Fortunately, not long after White Mitchell made his escape, a deafening thump was heard from behind.

Soon after, the entire valley began to tremble.

Yet, White Mitchell didn’t turn back.

After all, the snake-shaped beast would likely break free soon. Safety was his only thought for the moment, and that meant getting out of harm’s way first.

White Mitchell altered his course, charging towards the valley’s exit.

About half an hour later, White Mitchell finally escaped the valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.

Even after getting out of the valley, White Mitchell didn’t stop immediately. He continued to run a good kilometer with the mystery woman on his back before eventually slowing down.

With a grunt, he roughly dropped the mystery woman to the ground, casting aside all pretense of chivalry.

Truth be told, he was tired.

He had been running nonstop. Even the toughest man would start to feel exhausted after such relentless action.

Moreover, White Mitchell had to be extremely attentive throughout the escape.

Physical weariness was nothing compared to mental exhaustion.

Finally safe, White Mitchell collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Ouch!

A pained noise sounded from the mystery woman who White Mitchell had let go of abruptly.

It was clear that she had taken a fairly hard fall.

However, White Mitchell didn’t have the strength nor the inclination to tend to her; survival was his first priority.

“You’re such a wimp,” the mystery woman complained discontentedly.

On hearing this, White Mitchell snorted, “You’re still in the mood to mock me? If not for me, you would’ve died back there. And you’re calling me weak?

Are you doing any better? You were the one screaming and running from the snake-shaped beast.”

The woman’s pretty face flushed with shame at his words.

However, she quickly retorted, “I’m a Beast Tamer; it’s normal for my physical strength to be lesser than yours.

If my ‘Tiger’ was still here, that snake would’ve been no match for me.

I was just taken off guard this time…”

“Enough, enough, stop rambling. You aren’t tired but I am.” White Mitchell didn’t want to pay attention to her anymore; he just wanted to recover his stamina as quickly as possible and then meet up with the God of Heaven War and Earth War God.

At this point, the God of Heaven War and Earth War God must have left the valley even earlier than he did.

Moreover, since the snake-shaped beast was only after him, they should’ve faced little obstruction. Thus, White Mitchell was not overly anxious.

However, until he found them, he didn’t want to assume anything.

While White Mitchell rested to regain his strength, the mystery woman reached into her hide bag and pulled out a black, opaque elixir, “Here, take this. It will restore your strength.”