Dragging Donnie, who looked like a dead dog, Jason walked to them step by step. The rocks on the ground were stained with a lot of blood wherever he passed.
A hint of doubt flashed in Jason's eyes as he glanced at the believers of the wicked God who had changed into black leather armor. He felt that these masked men who had suddenly appeared were very suspicious.
The believers of the wicked God who had ambushed them had already disappeared, and they had been replaced by this bunch of fellows. This had also naturally caused strange thoughts to appear in Jason's mind.
Could it be that all the believers of the wicked God had been subdued by their boss and changed into new weapons and equipment?
This thought was laughable because the believers of the wicked God would rather die than surrender. Even if their heads were cut off, they would not surrender, let alone listen to orders respectfully.
In Jason's eyes, this was impossible.
