122 Completely Surrounded (2/2)

”To think you thought you could get rid of me so easily,” His deep hellish voice sent chills down one's spine. ”I'll kill every last one of you!”

Having been occupied by the black armored men, An Sun had overlooked the previous archer that attacked him. Hidden within the trees, the man sat by and watched as more of his men were slaughtered.

While An Sun was distracted by two of the men who were now fighting on their last breath, the archer raised his bow and pointed it at An Sun.

Slashing the man in front of him, a hum resounded in An Sun's ears. Before he had time to dodge, a violent pain suddenly spread throughout his shoulder. His jaw clenched down tightly as he suppressed a groan.

Staggering slightly, a flash of blackness came across his eyes. Glancing down, An Sun's face dimmed. An arrow had been shot into his shoulder.

Scarlet blood flowered to where the arrow pierced through and blood began gushing out from his wound. The man in front, seeing how An Sun had been shot, sneered and seized that moment to strike.

”You're dead now you little runt!”

Before the man had a chance to land an attack, An Sun's calm yet burning eyes raised up. The next moment, the man's head was cut off from his body, blood splattering onto the already red ground.

Those indifferent eyes of his swept across the field and up toward the trees. The archer seeing him panicked and quickly thought to escape.

He had to return and report to his master!

An Sun made no move to capture the man as he watched his back escape in the distance. Once he was out of sight, he could no longer suppress the mouthful of blood rushing up to his throat.

”Cough--! Cough--!”

A cold smile bloomed on his red lips, a trail of blood trickling down from a corner, ”Damn, it hurts.”

From the start, he had already been exhausted, but he put all his strength into every attack.

He'd never allow his life to end in the hands of the An Clan!

Regrettably, he had been too caught up with the men attacking him that he had overlooked the previous archer hidden within the trees.

Now with the arrow in his shoulder, An Sun felt his body had reached its limit - the strength he originally possessed sucked away.

Like before, a moment of blackness enveloped his vision and his body stumbled as he walked toward his black horse who hid behind the snow-covered trees.

Clenching his teeth, An Sun gathered up the strength to mount his horse. A searing shot of pain pierced through his shoulder and more blood poured out from his wound causing An Sun to groan loudly in pain.

”Shit…”

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead as he evened his erratic breathing. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to restrain and suppress the intense pain in his shoulder.

Despite the agony he was in, his eyes held no fear or panic, only a glint of sharp steadiness. Adjusting himself on his horse, An Sun raised his head and looked ahead with burning conviction.

Flicking his wrist, the black mount moved forward - drops of blood falling from the figure above it.