As he spoke, Skinny ignored the struggling of the death warrior and grabbed his chin. Then, he placed the opening of the small porcelain bottle on the mouth of the death warrior and poured the pill into his throat.
After pouring the pill, Skinny clapped his hands and stood up. The death warrior struggled to spit the pill out of his mouth.
"I advise you not to waste your efforts. That pill came from the hands of my Little Miss. It melts when it comes into contact with water," Skinny sneered at the death warrior and said coldly.
The death warrior did not believe Skinny's words at all. He was still struggling with his last bit of strength. Skinny crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the death warrior coldly. He was making a final struggle. Skinny was waiting for the pill to take effect.
The moment Skinny counted to 20, the death warrior stopped struggling. He fell to the ground.
