The Sword of Hades receded, its evil power still persisted, but it was no longer as intense. The scrawny man in black who had just been fighting with Ah Dai cried out in grief, "Fourth Uncle." He lunged forward, moving towards the dead black-clad man.
The leading black-clad man bellowed, "Retreat." His movements were far swifter than those of the two men before, a flash of black, and he had snatched up the body of the scrawny man, another hand clutched the corpse on the ground, along with the other five black-clad men, like lightning, they darted towards the woods.
The lower skilled black-clad men had been entirely paralyzed due to the invasion of evil power, even though they had some foundation in martial arts, the Evil Aura of the Sword of Hades had still taken their souls. Devoid of their souls, their bodies were continuously weakening, even though they wouldn't become dehydrated corpses, they were certainly doomed. They would never see the sun of the second day again.