Jiang Qiao looked utterly miserable on the outside.
Anyone would have thought he had suffered severe injuries. Even the evil spirit had originally thought so.
But in reality.
He still stood calmly where he was, without the slightest reduction in the smile on his face.
On the contrary.
Under the burning of the Stove Fire, the evil spirit could no longer hold on. Its body had shrunk from over nine meters tall all the way down, and was now only the size of an ordinary person.
Not only that.
The incense-like aura all around them was dissipating as well.
"This is impossible!"
The evil spirit stared at Jiang Qiao in disbelief. It could not understand why, after controlling his flesh and blood, Jiang Qiao had not suffered the slightest injury.
No.
That was not right.
The control over his flesh and blood was fake!
It violently tugged at the rules, trying to make Jiang Qiao's body disintegrate. The sensation it received told it that Jiang Qiao's physical body had indeed begun to disintegrate.
But... Jiang Qiao was completely unharmed!
It was as if.
The one disintegrating wasn't him!
What was going on?
The evil spirit had never encountered such a situation before. It had completely exceeded its imagination.
"How did you do it?!"
It glared viciously at Jiang Qiao.
Scorching flames spurted from its two empty eye sockets. The teeth in its mouth melted rapidly like ice, making its speech slurred and indistinct.
In a few more seconds, it probably would not even be able to make a sound.
"Want to know?"
Jiang Qiao said with a beaming smile.
"But why should I tell you? You'd be better off dying confused."
"You—!"
The evil spirit flew into a rage and raised its hand to punch Jiang Qiao.
But the moment