As he sighed inwardly, This time, I'm dead for sure, he realized that after waiting for a long while, he felt no pain at all.
He had not even heard the sound of wind.
He cautiously opened one eye, only to find that Lady Xila's swinging foreleg had frozen right at the tip of his nose.
"What's going on?" Just as Little Saim was baffled, Lady Xila's body suddenly went limp, crashing to the ground with a thunderous boom.
Only after Lady Xila fell did Little Saim see the man standing behind her. "...Mr. Tisen?"
Frod stood in the half-light and half-darkness, one hand still plunged into the gash in the huge abdomen of Lady Xila's spider half.
He slowly withdrew his hand. His translucent hand was covered in blood.
Lady Xila was an undead, and Frod was a spirit body. Naturally, neither of them could have blood.
That blood belonged to Little Saim.
"You did well earlier. You knew that the blood of kin was the key to restraining Lady Xila. But when you acted, you overlooked one issue: Lady Xila's mouth is not only on her head. She also has one on her abdomen. Or rather, the mouth on her abdomen is the one closest to the core of her soul body." Facing Little Saim's puzzled gaze, Frod explained, "Although blood entering the mouth on her head would also cause her soul body to gradually collapse, the collapse would take much longer. She might launch another attack during that time, just as she did earlier."
"Only by sending your blood into the mouth on her abdomen could you hit the mark in one blow. Her collapse would also be fastest, leaving her unable to counterattack."
Hearing this, Little Saim finally understood.
The blood inlet mentioned in the Book