Lin Wu's fall struck like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, making the hearts of everyone in the Lin Household clench.
The air on the battlefield seemed to freeze at that moment, so heavy it was hard to breathe.
A gaping hole had opened in his chest. Blood gushed like a spring, staining the ground beneath his feet crimson.
Lin Wu lay twisted unnaturally, his eyes wide open, unable to close in death.
The brothers Lin Shouyi and Lin Shouer witnessed their Young Master Lin Wu's gruesome death with their own eyes, and their eyes instantly filled with blood.
Hardworking since childhood and exceptionally brave, Little Wu had always been the future pillar in his elders' eyes, carrying many of their hopes.
Although the brothers were usually strict with Lin Wu, deep down, they adored this good child who never bullied others with his power, treated people sincerely, and put on no airs.
Now he had died with his eyes still open! It truly felt as though knives were twisting in their hearts.
"Little Wu!" Lin Shouyi cried hoarsely, grief and fury mingling in his voice.
Lin Shouer clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His expression was savage, as though he would pick someone to devour.
Yet at that moment, the grief and rage in Lin Kaishan's heart far surpassed anyone else's.
He had watched his son lead their clansmen in a valiant resistance against the Demon Soldiers and witnessed the brutal sight of his son fighting the Blood River Old Devil's puppets in a bloody struggle, only to watch helplessly as his son finally fell into a pool of blood.
A trail of bloody tears slipped involuntarily from the corner of Lin Kaishan's eye.
"Blood River Old Devil, I, Lin Kaishan, swear here and now