"Pfft..."
Blood gushed like a fountain from Musshuru's still-standing body, spraying from his neck, shooting into the sky like fireworks before splashing down across Wapol's face, and the faces of the soldiers and villagers around him.
"..."
Everyone's pupils shrank violently in that instant, as if they could not believe what they were seeing was real.
Only when his brain could no longer support it did Musshuru's body collapse to the ground with a thud.
"The... the elder prince... was killed..."
At last, one soldier cried out in terror, his legs going weak with fear, his face deathly pale.
As the second prince, Wapol stared at his brother, whose head and body now lay apart. Crimson blood ran down his face, and the whole snowfield had been dyed red.
His face still seemed a little dazed, but it quickly turned to terror, and his legs gave out as he collapsed onto the ground.
"Blood... blood... help... help me... you bastards, hurry up and protect me..."
Wapol crawled backward as he fled, crying and shouting at the top of his lungs.
Only then did the soldiers come back to their senses. They grabbed their guns in panic and fired continuously at Ye Mu's position.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
But to their horror, they discovered that their bullets were completely useless. They passed straight through Ye Mu's body and flew out the other side, while Ye Mu, as if nothing had happened, slowly walked over under everyone's gaze.
"Why... why can't we hit him..."
"This guy is a demon..."
"Run..."
"Don't come any closer..."
For the first time since he had been born, the young Wapol felt the terror called death.
Some soldiers fled, some stood there stunned, and no one was left to protect him.
Every step Ye Mu took forward seemed