The item resting in Marcus's hand was none other than the Nine Leaf King Flower, the very treasure he had snatched from the Greedy Demon not long ago. At the time, he had barely spared it a glance. Losing the Pure Mist Cloud Cluster had left him irritated enough that everything else felt meaningless, and the flower's brutal drawback did not help matters either.
Carrying it reduced movement speed by eighty percent, which made it more of a burden than a reward. So he had simply tossed it into his bag and forgotten about it.
Now, standing high above the Bodhi Grove, Marcus suddenly felt grateful for that careless decision. The Nine Leaf King Flower possessed a rare property. Creatures below Divine Beast rank could not attack anyone holding it. What had once seemed like a disappointing consolation prize was now revealing itself as a lifeline, a quiet glimmer of hope emerging from what had felt like pure loss.
Hopefully, the Stone Grunt Archers below were not Divine Beasts.
