In the black-and-white world, an aura of despair surged.
According to the normal course of events.
As a living person, Jiang Qiao had already suffered a collapse of consciousness and the disintegration of his body. Under the erosion of the terrifying aura of the Land of the Cold Crow, there was no chance he could survive.
However...
Something strange happened.
Not only was Jiang Qiao alive and well, but the terrifying, monstrous hands around him, formed from the aura of despair, had actually fallen silent. They hovered quietly in the void, no longer tearing or moving.
And the thing that had caused all this was merely a ball of flame.
A flame that had appeared in Jiang Qiao's palm!
The flame was not hot.
It was even somewhat weak.
Its light was orange-yellow, flickering up and down, and happened to shine onto the surrounding arms.
And all those arms.
Under the illumination of that flame, they had all calmed down!
They were like furious, despairing people receiving comfort; seriously ill, suffering people finding release; lost and depressed people finding a place to belong; anxious, desperate people gaining eternal peace!
Everything.
Had stopped amid the chaos and agitation, sinking into an inconceivably bland calm.
This extremely discordant and bizarre scene.
Had completely exceeded Ye Chen's expectations.
He shouted in shock, "This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Since the battle had begun.
For the first time, he had lost his composure so completely.
"There's nothing impossible about it."
"This is good."
"You have to learn to believe that anything is possible."
Jiang Qiao smiled.
He gently toyed with the "Stove Fire" in his hand, feeling the strange peace of the evil entities around him. This peace was like people gathering around a bonfire in the middle of winter, never wanting to leave again.