To these mercenaries, they might seem quite prestigious, and many low-level soul masters would pay a hefty sum and treat them with great respect to hire them. But in the eyes of truly powerful factions, when they were useful, they were merely thugs who could be summoned and dismissed with a little money; when they were useless, they were worth less than dirt.
Right now, he didn't care at all why this Shrek VIP had decided to kill people in their gathering area, nor did he want to know why someone was after the target's head. All he wanted right now was to stay alive!
Killing someone from Shrek—what a grave crime! Unless the attackers belonged to those colossal, behemoth factions as well, soul masters like them who carved out a living with their own two hands would die if they had even the slightest connection to such a matter. No matter where they fled, death awaited them!
Chapter 194