Despite being shot, the man didn't fall to the ground. Instead, he emotionlessly looked at the guards. There were hikes in his chest, but no blood was flowing.
"Is he a zombie or something? He can toss one of us with a single hand, and he doesn't die even with bullets?" One of the guards let out, frowning.
What he said wasn't only his flight. It was the thought of everyone here. Everyone was looking at the man as if they were looking at a ghost.
Another guard raised his gun again as he shot the center of the man's forehead. Bullet passed through the head, leaving a hole in the head, but the man still didn't move.
This actually horrified the guards even more as they realized that it was actually impossible to defeat this person. He wasn't a human.
"Should we run?" A guard suggested.
"What nonsense? We can't leave the Prince to die," Another guard retorted.
