"Alright." Lin Qiye nodded.
Just then, the Tavern Owner yanked a dazed pilot from his seat and slammed him against the side wall. The iron nails in his hand brutally pierced the pilot's limbs, pinning him to the wall.
He drew a small knife from his waist and was about to cut off the pilot's fingers when two crisp blade rings suddenly sounded!
Clang—!!
Lin Qiye's figure drifted through the densely packed Ten-Cut Ghost Children like a phantom. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as his blade slashed straight for the Tavern Owner's throat!
The Tavern Owner's expression darkened. He suddenly raised the small knife in his hand to block Lin Qiye's strike, and his entire body was slammed against the glass at the front of the plane!
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes and did not hold back. Instead, all the strength in his body erupted once more, and his other straight blade drove a crack into the glass behind the Tavern Owner!
Then, dense spiderweb cracks spread across the windshield.
Bang—!!
With a deafening boom, the middle windshield shattered. Howling winds surged directly into the cramped cockpit, and the pressure instantly swept two Ten-Cut Ghost Children out of the cabin—along with the Tavern Owner, who had been pressed against the glass.
After the two Ten-Cut Ghost Children flew out of the plane, they shrieked as they plummeted from the sky. But the Tavern Owner did not. The instant he was blown out of the cockpit, he steadied himself in a bizarre posture, as though someone had grabbed his ankles and firmly fixed him to the nose of the plane.
Lin Qiye frowned slightly. "Threads?"
Through his mental perception, he sensed that the instant the Tavern Owner flew out of the cockpit, several invisible threads burst from the soles