Bright red spread across the bottom of the ship, Qiuye's gaze fixed tightly on the Zhimu beneath her feet.
Zhimu coughed, spat out blood, and Qiuye drew her long blade, plunging it hard into Zhimu's heart again—one, two, three, four strikes, taking advantage of Zhimu's immobility to completely finish him off.
The number of times she's taken another's life this way is gradually increasing, each time leaving Qiuye feeling uneasy, faintly nauseated.
But she knows that if she doesn't act to resolve these people, it will be her and her companions on the ship who will die.
This reasoning is identical to why she had to defeat her sister Aslit.
If she doesn't fight and utterly defeat her, more people will end up like her father.
As Zhimu's breath left him entirely, Qiuye used the long blade to release Wind Blade inside Zhimu's body, tearing apart most of the muscles, before ascending through the hole she fell from, returning to the deck.
