As the echoes faded, the remaining twenty-odd people still had no idea what had happened.
I saw Death God standing amid the crowd, shrouded in black mist, his body obscured. Two pistols danced up and down as bullets poured forth.
The entire Forest rang with the screams of mercenaries as they fell one after another.
Within a few breaths, more than twenty people had been riddled with holes and died in the mountains.
The members of the second group watched what was happening at the foot of the mountain, standing there in disbelief, unable to trust their own eyes—let alone understand what had happened before.
Only the two squad leaders stared at the distant Death God and slowly raised their guns, aiming at his head.
Death God coldly swept his gaze over the surroundings. Suddenly, the corpses on the ground began to dry up, and yellow spheres wrapped in black vapor slowly floated out of the bodies, hovering in the air. It was an extraordinarily spectacular sight.
Of course, aside from the eyes behind Death God's mask, no one else could see this magnificent scene.
"Bang!" A rifle shot from the mountaintop quickly snapped the two groups of mercenaries back to their senses.
I saw the second captain holding his gun, smoke slowly rising from the barrel.
The bullet traced a perfect arc and pierced straight through Death God's head.
"Beautiful!" a soldier sincerely sighed.
Yet in the next second, everyone present, including the second captain, plunged directly into profound fear and shock. They gasped for breath but could not speak.
Before everyone's eyes, the bullet had clearly passed through Death God's head, yet he turned his head toward Blue Two as though nothing had happened.
The mercenary atop the mountain closed his eyes and took a deep breath. A