"Boys, the White Dog Rat King's back to full health. Don't touch it. Let it grind the Savage Wolves down a bit first."
Marcus's lips curled into a sly grin as he sent the message through the mercenary chat channel to DragonBlade and the others. There was no reason to rush things when the battlefield was already working in his favor. If anything, he intended to squeeze every last bit of value out of those White Dog Rats before stepping in to finish the job.
"Peach Blossom Slash."
Without a hint of urgency, he raised his hand and began casting from a distance. The skill he had obtained from the Peach Blossom Soul manifested in soft, petal-like arcs of energy that drifted forward with deceptive elegance, slicing cleanly through unsuspecting targets. From afar, Marcus looked less like someone in the middle of a battlefield and more like a noble idly passing time in a garden, calm and composed as he picked off Savage Wolves one by one.
"Hmph…"
