"Puchi—!" Blood spurted out. Malvite howled in pain, spitting out a mouthful of thick black blood.
"This is right, this is right..." Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and with empty eyes lowered, he looked at his chest pierced by lightning, where no heart was beating, "You kill me, then kill the other two Bee Princes, then Qiao will gain true freedom, he doesn't belong here..."
Gu Qiye frowned, pulling the lightning-infused hand blade from the opponent's chest. His right hand's five fingers remained spotless, as both blood and internal organs had been completely incinerated by the lightning, disappearing before they could remain on his hand.
Malvite coughed once, collapsing onto the cocoon.
He leaned against the thin membrane of the cocoon, his body slowly sliding down, sprawling on the ground. A streak of dripping blood was left on the cocoon, like a small river of blood, spreading to Malvite's huddled back.
