Chapter 48 Third Grade

"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 torture. His Twelve Yama Fingers were terrifying. Since joining the Shadow Killing Hall, they had never heard of anyone who survived his Twelve Yama Fingers.

There had once been a Tenth Grade mage from the Reza Empire who was caught by the Shadow Killing Hall's