Division of Troops (3)
Editor: Henyee Translations
The three members of the Silver Hands looked at one another and saw the answer in each other's eyes.
In a flash of cold light, the three members of Silver Hands pierced their hearts with the swords in their own hands at the same time.
There wasn't a single struggle, there wasn't a single plea.
They chose to use death without the slightest hesitation to keep the secret in their hearts. With such decisiveness, the devils would only get their corpses each time. They would never hear any information from their mouths.
Even if it were only one word, they would be stingy in opening their mouths.
Bright red blood bloomed beneath the three men, quietly moistening the parched earth.
They knew very well that since this mysterious devil could approach them without them noticing, his strength must surely be beyond their ability to cope with. Continuing to struggle would only give the other party more time to torture them and extract intelligence.