Blade Warrior

A silver bullet struck Deacon. The bullet sank into Deacon's body in an instant, without a shred of suspense. Old Bartender watched expectantly, but reality was bound to disappoint him. Something like the Blood God could no longer be killed by silver bullets. Deacon laughed wildly and thrust a hand into his own chest, forcibly digging out the silver bullet. Thick blood oozed from the wound in his chest, wriggled a few times, and the wound immediately healed. That was the Blood God's vitality.