"Illusion Fox, what's the situation on your end?" Ghost sat in the command vehicle, monitoring every move in the surroundings.
"The men in black over here have stopped; I'll check behind them now." Illusion Fox was leading a team of Netherworld Palace, ambushing not far from the black-clad men.
"Leave a live one on your end." Ghost communicated to Illusion Fox through the earpiece.
"Yes."
In a sudden leap, Illusion Fox's body sprang forth, a long whip shooting out like a swift serpent, coiling around a man's neck. With a sharp tug, the blades on the whip instantly sliced through the black-clad man's throat. He succumbed before even registering what had happened.
"Leave a live one," Illusion Fox commanded in a low tone. The Netherworld Palace Hidden Guards acted at once, capturing and knocking out the remaining men in black.
"Ghost, we've taken care of it here," Illusion Fox stated impassively.
