"Leader, what should we do now?" A Fifth Grade black-robed man bowed to the informant and asked.
"Let's retreat first. Since they are here, they must have a purpose. The plan for the Dark Marshal's release will have to be accelerated. We can't let these little mice ruin our plan." The informant lifted his cloak to reveal a pale face with a sinister smile. It was especially eerie under the moonlight.
The group of black-robed men fell to their knees one after another, not daring to make any noise. This young man who had just become their leader had a renowned title in the Shadow Killing Hall: the Living Yama.
None of the enemies who fell into his hands could endure his t*****e. His Twelve Yama Fingers were terrifying. Since joining the Shadow Killing Hall, they had never heard of anyone w
