Before the Witch stepped forward, the White Death God had already realized this was a trap aimed at him. He simply believed he could kill one of his enemies' Mythical clones—and, if he was lucky, perhaps take out two.
As for escaping, he wasn't worried at all. He had made all the necessary preparations before coming in.
After all, he had studied the abilities and fighting styles of the enemies here.
He had even prepared a way to deal with the Necromancer's Space-Time Anchor.
But he had never expected an outsider like Liu Zhi to appear in the Southern Swamp Plane.
Liu Zhi hadn't done anything except alter the White Death God's attributes, yet that alone had ruined everything for him.
Now, the White Death God had lost his most powerful ability: creating independent clones at will.
His greatest offensive potential had also been ruined by the Necromancer's poisonous fog. Now he was just a leather-armored warrior wielding a pair of weapons. He might be Mythical, but so what?
There were four Mythical beings here, not to mention that even just the Witch and the Death Knight would be enough to kill the White Death God.
The White Death God had become Mythical as an assassin, so naturally he was decisive.
As soon as he saw how things stood, he judged that he couldn't stay here any longer.
So he didn't even consider taunting them or testing his chances. He simply pressed down on his equipment and activated it to escape.
A flash of white light came from the equipment, and then the phantom of an iron anchor appeared behind him.
It was the Space-Time Anchor the Necromancer had set up.
But the equipment in the White Death God's hand seemed to have higher priority. The Space-Time Anchor only had