Inside the cabin.
A gust of wind swept into the cockpit, resulting in the loss of one pilot. The other pilot, who was under mind control, was also unable to operate the aircraft properly due to the wind, and the entire fuselage began to shake violently.
An Qingyu frowned slightly, used his Frost Sword to deflect the two Ten-Cut Ghost Children, retreated to the broken glass, and placed his palm on the broken edge. Frost froze the gap in the windshield, and the gale in the cockpit finally stopped.
Whoosh!
In that brief moment, three Ten-Cut Demon Children pounced on him, grinning savagely as they repeatedly stabbed his body with their short knives!
Blood splattered onto An Qingyu's glasses, but his fair face showed no pain whatsoever. Instead, he became even more excited, and with a lightning-fast swing of his frost sword, he directly severed the head of one of the Ten-Cut Ghost Children!
"The weakness is in the neck and tailbone..." The blood-stained glasses reflected a white light, and a flash of grayness crossed his eyes, instantly revealing the Ten-King Child's weakness.
The sword flashed, and a chilling aura filled the air. His black trench coat was covered in bloody gashes, but his movements did not falter in the slightest, like a tireless killing machine.
He glanced at the time out of the corner of his eye.
3:32 AM.
The tavern owner is still fighting Lin Qiye outside the plane, and if nothing unexpected happens, the ritual will likely be unable to continue.
Unbeknownst to anyone, inside the crystal ball that had rolled into the corner of the cockpit, the thumb-sized insect began to emit a faint red glow...
Meanwhile, in first class.
The passengers who had been knocked unconscious by An Qingyu slowly opened their eyes, stood up mechanically, and walked towards one of the walls of the first-class cabin.
Their eyes also emitted a faint red glow.
A young man walked to the wall, raised his hands blankly, and several others held down his limbs, lifting his body into the air until his feet left the ground.
A woman walked to the flight attendants' work area, took a small knife from a drawer, returned to the first-class cabin, knelt down, and began to slowly cut the young man's fingers with the knife...
The young man was pinned against the wall, staring blankly ahead like a devout lamb.
There were no cries of pain, no wails, no screams; the entire first-class cabin was deathly silent....ground.
The black van screeched to a halt at the entrance of the residential area. Hongying easily jumped out of the driver's seat, while Wu Xiangnan and Si Xiaonan looked like they were about to die and staggered forward.
Wu Xiangnan looked up at the plane circling low in the sky, checked the time, and said:
"It's 3:33 PM, time for the ceremony to begin."
Hongying sighed, "I wonder how Qiye is doing."
"Fortunately, he managed to stall the tavern owner." Leng Xuan's voice came through the earpiece.
Hongying was taken aback. "How did you know?"
Standing on the rooftop, Leng Xuan slowly lowered his binoculars. "Because they're fighting on the plane."
"I know they're on the plane."
"...Plane, board."
Hongying and the other two were startled and looked up sharply. A plane flying low overhead buzzed past their heads, and on the top of the plane, it seemed that two figures were fighting in the wind.
Hongying's mouth dropped open, her eyes filled with shock.
"Holy crap...that's insane!!"
...
Under the pitch-black sky, two figures stood on the top of the plane. The city lights below were dazzling, like neon monsters crawling on the earth. The buzzing of the plane's engines was deafening, like the roar of a giant beast.
The howling wind made the dark red cloak flutter wildly. Lin Qiye held two swords, the blades already soaked in blood. With a casual swing, the blood clinging to the blades fell into the desolate city below with the wind.
Across from him, the tavern owner's wound on his neck was healing rapidly.
This was Lin Qiye's sixth decapitation strike. Before this, the tavern owner had experienced the feeling of decapitation five times in a row. Although he had always been a good man, his face was now deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Lin Qiye.
Having been beheaded six times by the same person, the calm face of the young man before him had become the tavern owner's nightmare.
"Damn it... damn it!!" The tavern owner saw Lin Qiye take a step forward, and subconsciously took a few steps back. His eyes were full of anger and fear. He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger again.
He no longer dared to engage in close combat with Lin Qiye. Even though he possessed the elusive [Ghost Silk] and usually considered himself a close-combat expert, in front of Lin Qiye, all of this was a joke.
Click—!
No bullets were fired from the muzzle; it seemed to be jammed, making a strange sound.
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes slightly, and the darkness around him intensified. The gun in the tavern owner's hand disintegrated in an instant, as if an invisible, swift hand had disassembled all its parts.
Once Lin Qiye enters the area of the Darkest Ruins, any firearms are like paper to him, unable to cause him any harm.
"Damn it!" the tavern owner cursed, throwing away the gun handle.
Lin Qiye shook his head inwardly.
In terms of mental strength, the tavern owner should be at the "Chuan" realm, but in the end, he was just a fish that had accidentally awakened the forbidden realm and was hiding among the people. He was good at playing dirty tricks, but whether it was combat skills or mentality, he was a hundred and eight thousand miles away from a normal "Chuan" realm.
If it weren't for his [Ghost Silk], he would be an infinitely regenerating sitting duck, completely devoid of any offensive capabilities.
With the [Ghost Silk], in terms of combat danger, he could indeed be considered to have barely stepped into the "River" realm, but these invisible threads posed no threat to Lin Qiye whatsoever.
Therefore, he could only be completely defeated by Lin Qiye, who was a whole realm lower than him.
While it may be a complete rout, killing the opponent is not so easy.
Under the horrified gaze of the tavern owner, Lin Qiye sheathed the straight sword in his left hand. Under the owner's questioning gaze, he reached out and pressed his hand in the air, and a dazzling summoning circle appeared out of thin air.
When the magical light faded, a small mummy appeared in front of Lin Qiye. It was almost blown off the plane by the wind as soon as it appeared, but fortunately Lin Qiye caught it in time.
Seeing that it was so high in the air, the little mummy trembled and quickly clung to Lin Qiye's back, wrapping its arms tightly around his neck as if it would never let go.
Lin Qiye chuckled wryly, patted its head, and 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?"