Lightning transformed into a giant dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it lunged at the two-meter-tall figure.
The entire world seemed to freeze for a moment.
There was no deafening boom.
There was no earth-shaking spectacle.
With just that slight pause, the entire world seemed to become riddled with holes, countless fine cracks spreading through the surroundings. The tall figure likewise became like a shattered porcelain statue, flaking apart piece by piece.
In the end.
It turned to ash.
The Vicious Ghost died, the hazy scene collapsed, and the stage also came crashing down. Before the rubble could even hit the ground, it dissipated into smoke.
The night remained dark.
But the dense haze had already dispersed.
The white lanterns glowed with a chilly, ghostly light, but the character "Ugly" on them had vanished.
Jiang Qiao stood in the street.
He remained silent.
At the instant the stage shattered, he sensed a dark aura flash away from the opposite bank of the river.
Was that the Source? he wondered inwardly.
"Mr. Jiang."
The sounds of the battle outside had vanished, and the black haze covering the world had also dispersed. Yan Mo saw Long Peiyun walk toward the balcony and only then dared to follow carefully behind her.
"It's over."
"The ghost is dead."
Jiang Qiao looked up at him, then turned toward Long Peiyun. "Did you sense it?"
"I did."
Long Peiyun nodded. "Very strong."
"Indeed."
"Somewhat frightening."
Jiang Qiao spoke without changing his expression.
Yan Mo had no idea what the two were talking about. Assuming they were discussing the stage from earlier, he immediately smiled. "Mr. Jiang's strength is truly astounding, utterly beyond imagination."
"Although that stage was terrifying, compared to Mr. Jiang, it was far too weak."
He was also somewhat stirred up