Killing a hunter was much easier than killing an Evil Spirit.
A handgun, a single bullet was all it took.
Dong...
When Du Wei fired at Hannibal in the mirror, the scene that unfolded was unnaturally eerie, defying all conventional understanding.
The entire surface of the mirror rippled like the surface of a lake from the point where the bullet had struck.
Waves reverberated within the mirror.
The bullet went straight through Hannibal's head.
The latter, with a smile on his face, seemed frozen, as if he had not even had time to react.
His death was simple...
Effortless, without any complications.
...
In the mirror.
After Du Wei shot at the mirror, he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.
Behind him,
Hannibal stood unscathed, as if everything that happened outside the mirror was just an illusion.
His smile remained, intently watching the mirror in Du Wei's hands.
Seeing this,
