Chapter 235
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Chapter 235 The Devout Lamb
Inside the cockpit.
The howling wind surged into the cockpit, one pilot lost, and the other, under mental control, was unable to operate normally, causing the entire aircraft to jolt violently.
An Qingyu furrowed his brows slightly, swinging his frost longsword to fend off two Shiqie Guitong, retreating to the shattered glass. He pressed his palm against the broken edge, and the frost sealed the gap in the windshield, finally halting the raging wind inside the cockpit.
Swish—!
In that brief moment, three Shiqie Guitong lunged at him, grinning menacingly as they repeatedly stabbed their short knives into his body!
Blood splattered onto An Qingyu’s glasses, but his fair face showed no sign of pain; instead, he became even more exhilarated. With a lightning-fast swing of his frost longsword, he decapitated one of the Shiqie Guitong!
The weak points are at the neck and tailbone… The blood-stained lenses reflected a glimmer of white light, and a fleeting grayness in his eyes allowed him to instantly discern the Shiqie Guitong’s vulnerabilities.
Sword light flowed, cold air surged; his black trench coat was already soaked in blood, yet his movements showed no signs of slowing, like an unwearied killing machine.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the time.
3:32 AM.
The tavern owner was still outside the plane battling Lin Qiye. If nothing unexpected happened, the ritual should not be able to continue.
What no one noticed was that within the crystal ball that had rolled into the corner of the cockpit, a thumb-sized insect began to emit a faint red glow…
Meanwhile, in first class.
Several passengers who had been knocked unconscious by An Qingyu slowly opened their eyes, mechanically standing up and walking toward one wall of the first-class cabin.
Their eyes also emitted a faint red glow.
A young man approached the wall, dully raising his hands, while the others held down his limbs, lifting his body off the ground, his feet leaving the floor.
A woman walked to the crew’s work area, took out a small knife from a drawer, returned to first class, crouched down, and began to slice the young man’s fingers one by one with the knife…
The young man was pinned against the wall, expressionless as he stared ahead, like a devout lamb.
There were no cries of pain, no wails, no screams; the entire first-class cabin was enveloped in silence.
…
On the ground.
A black van screeched to a halt at the entrance of the community. Hong Ying leaped down easily from the driver’s seat, while Wu Xiangnan and Si Xiaonan wore expressions of impending doom, swaying as they moved forward.
Wu Xiangnan looked up at the plane circling low in the sky, confirmed the time, and said:
3:33 AM, the time for the ritual to begin.
Hong Ying sighed, unsure how things were going on Qiye’s side.
Fortunately, he had held off the tavern owner. Leng Xuan’s voice came through the earpiece.
Hong Ying was taken aback. How do you know?
Standing on the rooftop, Leng Xuan slowly lowered his binoculars, as they were fighting on the plane.
I know they are on the plane.
…The plane, up there.
The three of them were stunned, suddenly looking up. The low-flying plane buzzed as it passed overhead, and at the top of the plane, it seemed two figures were battling in the wind.
Hong Ying’s mouth dropped open, his eyes filled with shock.
What the hell… this is too intense, right?!
…
Under the pitch-black sky, two figures stood atop the plane, the city below shimmering with lights, like a neon monster crawling on the earth. The roaring sound of the plane’s engines was deafening, like a giant beast’s roar.
The howling wind whipped the dark red cloak, and Lin Qiye wielded dual blades, their surfaces soaked in blood. With a casual swing, the blood clinging to the blades was swept away by the wind, falling into the silent city below.
Opposite him, the tavern owner’s neck wound was rapidly healing.
This was the sixth slash Lin Qiye had delivered; prior to this, the tavern owner had already experienced the sensation of decapitation five times. Despite his usual strong mental fortitude, his face was now pale, and his gaze toward Lin Qiye was filled with fear.
Being decapitated six times by the same person, the calm face of this youth had become the tavern owner’s nightmare.
Damn it… damn it!! The tavern owner, seeing Lin Qiye step forward, instinctively took a few steps back, his eyes filled with anger and terror as he raised his gun and pulled the trigger again.
He no longer dared to engage Lin Qiye in close combat. Even though he possessed the elusive “Ghost Threads” and prided himself on being a close combat expert, in front of Lin Qiye, all of that seemed like a joke.
Click—!
No bullet fired from the gun, as if it had jammed, producing a strange sound.
Lin Qiye’s eyes narrowed slightly, the darkness around him deepening. In an instant, the gun in the tavern owner’s hand disintegrated, as if an invisible hand had swiftly dismantled all its components.
Once within the realm of the Abyss of Darkness, any firearm was as fragile as paper to Lin Qiye, unable to inflict any harm on him.
Damn! The tavern owner cursed, discarding the gun handle.
Lin Qiye shook his head inwardly.
In terms of mental strength, the tavern owner should be at the Chuan realm, but ultimately, he was just an accidental awakener of the Forbidden Abyss, a fish that slipped through the net hidden among the populace. His cunning schemes were impressive, but both his combat skills and mentality were worlds apart from a true Chuan realm practitioner.
Without the “Ghost Threads,” he would be nothing more than a live target that could regenerate infinitely, lacking any offensive capability.
With the “Ghost Threads,” he could barely be considered to have stepped into the Chuan realm in terms of combat danger, but those invisible threads posed no threat to Lin Qiye whatsoever.
Thus, he could only be thoroughly dominated by Lin Qiye, who was a full realm below him.
Being thoroughly dominated was one thing; killing the opponent was not so easy.
Under the terrified gaze of the tavern owner, Lin Qiye sheathed his left-hand dagger. Under the other’s puzzled stare, he reached out and pressed in the air, causing a brilliant summoning array to appear out of nowhere.
As the magical light faded, a small mummy appeared before Lin Qiye, nearly blown off the plane by the wind upon its arrival, but Lin Qiye caught it just in time.
The little mummy, realizing it was at such a high altitude, trembled and quickly clung to Lin Qiye’s back, wrapping its arms tightly around his neck, determined not to let go.
Lin Qiye smiled wryly as he patted its head, then turned to look at the tavern owner, his smile gradually fading.
Tell me… how many kilograms of explosives would it take to blow you to smithereens?
