A blinding white light flared from the candle.
Like a laser beam.
It shot toward Jiang Qiao in an instant.
Deathly silence, emptiness, desolation, vicissitudes... An indescribable aura seemed to condense the solemnity of a funeral, illuminating the entire church.
The white light was soundless.
In an instant, it shone upon Jiang Qiao.
At this moment.
Space began to melt.
Time began to dissipate.
The entire world seemed to have become a snow-covered castle scorched beneath the blazing sun, about to dissolve into nothingness amid the boundless white light.
However...
Jiang Qiao simply stood there, bathing in the white light.
Nothing happened!
"How is that possible?"
Durahan's malicious smile suddenly froze, and he shouted in disbelief, "Why are you completely unharmed? That's impossible!"
"At your level, it would be difficult for me to explain it clearly."
Jiang Qiao shook his head.
The Evil Spirit Body could suppress even opponents of the same rank, let alone Durahan's pitiful level of cultivation.
What a joke.
"Damn it!"
"You must have a powerful Supernatural Item on you!"
Durahan stared fixedly at Jiang Qiao. Suddenly, greed appeared on his face. "To be able to block my funeral aura, that item must be quite powerful. I happen to be short of a few things, so hand it over!"
With that.
The black curtain trembled and instantly spread outward, covering the entire hall. The coffin resting on the ground opened as its lid flew up on its own, revealing an interior filled with nothingness.
Then.
The nothingness contained within the coffin actually began to spread along the extended curtain.
Soon, it enveloped the entire hall.
Standing within it.
Jiang Qiao clearly felt a strange sensation, as if he were about to turn into nothingness and merge with the entire world.
The feeling was peculiar.
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