"Don't... don't kill me! I surrender!" The healing mage threw away his staff, held his head in his hands, and burst into tears.

The stealth warrior also huddled beside the healing mage and dropped his dagger tremblingly.

The battle ended in just a few minutes with the complete defeat of the Mountain Tiger Bandits.

The eight-man ambush team resulted in two deaths, three serious injuries, and three being captured.

Team Mark, unharmed.

With such a record, Mark should be happy.

But the expression on his face was quite conflicted. He was ready to show off the unique skills he had developed based on Enzo's training.

Who would have thought that the group of fourth-level thieves on the opposite side would not have any ability to resist at all after the first encounter.

He felt helpless, like a young man who had saved up some money and wanted to go for a good foot massage, but when he got to the door of the foot massage parlor, he found that the parlor had just been reported and closed.

It's a bit painful to hold back the passion that's ready to burst out!

At this moment, the dragon scale wetlands of the Rotten Dragon Swamp were filled with a strong smell of blood and deathly silence.

There was only the creaking sound of the vines tightening and the groans of the injured thief.

And the energy buzzing coming from the direction of Wulong Lake in the distance is becoming clearer and more and more heart-pounding.

Like the breath of an ancient behemoth, it indicates that a bigger storm is brewing.

Mark put the cross necklace back on his collar and looked towards the Wulong Lake with a frown.

He could feel that an unimaginably huge and mixed magical power was madly gathering and rising in that direction!

"It seems that the ceremony has begun. What should we do with these guys?" Monica shook off the non-existent bloodstains on the dagger and asked while standing beside Mark.