Inside the cabin.
Gale-force winds swept into the cockpit. With one pilot gone and the other, mentally controlled pilot unable to operate properly in the wind, the entire plane began to jolt violently.
An Qingyu frowned slightly. The Frost Greatsword in his hand knocked aside two Ten-Cut Ghost Children as he retreated to the shattered window. Pressing his palm against the broken edge, he froze the gap in the windshield, and only then did the howling wind inside the cockpit stop.
Whoosh—!
In that brief instant, three Ten-Cut Ghost Children pounced on him. Grinning viciously, they repeatedly drove their short blades into his body!
Blood splashed across An Qingyu's glasses. There was not the slightest trace of pain on his fair face; instead, he became even more excited. The Frost Greatsword flashed like lightning and directly severed the head of one Ten-Cut Ghost Child!
"The weak points are the neck and tailbone..." White light reflected off his bloodstained lenses as a gray glint flickered through his eyes. In an instant, he saw through the Ten-Cut Ghost Children's weaknesses.
Sword light swirled, cold air spilling outward. His black trench coat was already covered in bloody gashes, yet his movements did not pause in the slightest. He was like a tireless killing machine.
His peripheral vision glanced at the time.
3:32 a.m.
The Tavern Owner was still fighting Lin Qiye outside the plane. Unless something unexpected happened, the ritual should no longer have been able to continue.
What no one noticed was that inside the Crystal Ball that had rolled into the corner of the cockpit, the thumb-sized insect began to emit a faint red glow...
At the same time, in first class.
Several passengers whom An Qingyu had knocked unconscious slowly opened their eyes, rose mechanically to their feet, and walked