Buzzz—!
Jiang Qiao heard a dull buzzing, a little like tinnitus, but not nearly as shrill.
The figure vanished.
The rooftop terrace vanished too.
In their place...
Stood an enormous, ancient gray tombstone, its surface covered in moss that obscured its weathered inscription. Black slime constantly seeped from beneath the moss, looking utterly revolting.
Hysterical laughter...
Suddenly rang out from behind the tombstone. Jiang Qiao focused his gaze and saw a constantly twisting shadow.
It looked somewhat humanoid.
But not entirely.
It writhed madly.
As though dancing.
With every twist, a second overlapping image appeared.
When those two images twisted...
They became four.
In barely a dozen seconds, countless overlapping figures were writhing behind the tombstone.
They wept.
They laughed wildly.
They shouted.
They screamed.
A thick bloody scent and an aura of madness surged toward Jiang Qiao like towering waves, stirring an involuntary restlessness within him. He wanted to dance along with those shadows and vent some pent-up feeling in his heart.
"Stripping away consciousness."
Jiang Qiao's expression turned grave as he forcibly suppressed the urge.
The dancing figures had no substance.
They were only phantoms.
Yet they were formed from countless spiritual bodies. As they writhed, they attracted the spiritual bodies around them, forcibly dragging people's consciousness out of their bodies.
Boom!
Hiss!
Jiang Qiao threw a punch.
Straight at the tombstone.
Black lightning exploded, and soaring flames engulfed the tombstone.
Stove Fire!
Jiang Qiao immediately unleashed Stove Fire, which could burn rules and ignite divinity, holding nothing back from the very first strike. Terrifying flames surged like a tsunami, seeking to incinerate everything in sight.
Power like this...
Could burn a Ninth Tier Expert to death in an instant.
Yet...
It was useless!
The flames swallowed the tombstone and the figures.
But they seemed to exist in