But how could this bullet possibly hit Wes? It hung in the air at an abnormally slow speed, as if an invisible bulletproof vest had blocked it, stripping it of its penetrating force. Then, like a deflated ball, it fell to the ground.
The pirates nearby all stared wide-eyed in horror. One of them could not help shouting, "A Wizard! He's a Wizard too!"
The moment the pirates heard the word "Wizard," they panicked and instinctively backed away.
Seeing this, Blackbeard flew into a rage. He snatched up a blade and cut down a pirate trying to flee, then roared at the others who were attempting to run, "Whoever runs will end up just like him! Get in there, all of you!"
The pirates were cowed by Blackbeard's cruelty. Trembling, they raised their muskets and fired at Wes.
But their bullets were like pebbles thrown into water, completely ineffective. Not only did they fail to hit Wes, they stopped in midair three meters away from him. Just like the first shot Blackbeard had fired, they all fell to the ground.
Blackbeard ordered the pirates to reload and keep firing. When they frantically fired another volley at Wes, things seemed to spiral out of control.
Under Wes's control, the bullets hanging in the air shot back at the pirates at tremendous speed.
The pirates in the front ranks fell in swathes like cut wheat. Blood covered the ground, accompanied only by agonized groans. The remaining pirates panicked, their faces pale, and immediately threw down their weapons before turning to flee.
Yet the very next second, they ran back in terror.
Hector Barbossa had arrived with the British Navy. His eyes were bloodshot, like flames burning within them, as he glared fixedly at Blackbeard. "I've finally found you, Blackbeard." Barbossa swept out