The boss woman who had been stabbed with iron stakes was still struggling through death. Not a single drop of blood had fallen, but her claws were covered in blood.
Hitori turned his eyes to the woman, "Pontianak, huh?" he parted his lips. Not a single feature of Hitori's face moved, he kept staring at the struggling Pontianak.
"Why?" he demanded. Hitori unequipped his katana and he started walking towards the Pontianak.
A medium-sized parang appeared in Hitori's arm, he increased his pace of walking. His eyebrows tensed, his lips curled, Hitori clenched his fists.
The parang swung up in the air with sparks of ice falling down. Hitori looked down at the woman for a second before he started bringing down the parang.
With a clean slice, the parang sliced through Pontianak's head. She stopped moving at once, her arms fell down, her eyelids fell down. Soon, her body started turning into pixels.