Put these masked people in burlap sacks, stored them in the Storage Bag, instead of the warehouse in the space. I didn't want them entering the space warehouse and having the Spiritual Energy dispel their Sleeping Drug, dirtying his space warehouse.
Solved this batch of black-clothed men.
The old General stepped out. The few soldiers who had just been killed were standing guard outside his tent.
These men, although gravely wounded and close to death, hadn't fully died.
The old General felt it was a pity, and with a heavy heart, he mused that if there were medicines, it would allow them a breath and help them recover.
Though he was only musing, even with deities nearby, who knew if they had the ability? Did they have Pills? If such Pills existed, they would be Immortal Pills.
Even deities probably wouldn't spare such Immortal Pills for mere mortals!
Were such Immortal Pills to be gifted to him, perhaps he wouldn't bear to use them either.
