"Let him come! I want to fight and kill him myself!" The leader roared back, his spirit power flaring with a violent, reckless light. He was more interested in blind revenge than the strategic win.
His shout forced William to stop in his tracks. William turned back to face the man, his expression cold and his voice carrying the weight of a real formidable master.
"Listen to me," William's calm, steady voice was perfectly heard by everyone on the battlefield, including the leader. It acted like a splash of cold water.
"We aren't ready to fight that bastard head-on right now! We lack a lot of things—the power, the numbers, and the proper preparations. Until the right time comes, we need to bide our time and keep weakening him by taking away his toys.
