After hearing the Chieftain's account, Xuan Ye was taken aback. He had heard of the formidable power of the Sword of Hades, but he had never thought it could be so tremendous.
"Where did these dead bandits fall? Lead me to them."
"Your Eminence, the Red Bishop, those... those bandits have been buried. The weather is so hot now, I am afraid their bodies have already decomposed, I think…"
Xuan Ye furrowed his brows and said, "Very well, then. Describe in detail the state in which these bandits died."
The chieftain of the Northern Tribes, relieved as if he had been given a reprieve, eagerly embellished his descriptions.
After listening to his account, Xuan Ye sighed in awe. "The Sword of Hades truly deserves its reputation as the world's most evil weapon. Simply by utilizing the aura of evil, it could capture the souls of ordinary people. Truly terrifying!"
Just then, a man from the Aslan tribe rushed in, "Chief, Chief, something terrible has happened."