Boom!
Black lightning carried Stove Fire like a dragon soaring through the air, smashing fiercely into the clay jar.
In that instant.
It was as if all the air in the burial chamber had been sucked away.
Every sound was crushed beneath that punch, leaving only the ear-piercing shriek of exploding lightning.
The clay jar man's reaction was astonishingly fast as well.
At the same moment, all the Dead Person's Heads squeezing out of the jar's mouth opened their mouths.
Their jaws opened to an angle no human could possibly achieve, their lower jaws nearly touching their chests while their upper jaws folded backward, exposing pitch-black throats.
Then.
They let out shrill screams at the same time.
The sound was as sharp as fingernails scraping viciously across glass. The walls of the entire burial chamber began to crack under that scream.
Mortar sifted down from between the bricks.
Cracks spread across the ceiling like spiderwebs, and fragments of stone pattered down onto the floor.
But Jiang Qiao's fist did not stop.
Black lightning carved a dazzling trail through the air, casting all those screaming faces into shadow.
The next second.
His fist collided violently with the clay jar!
Crack—
A crisp sound rang out, like porcelain being shattered by a heavy hammer.
The grayish-brown glaze coating the clay jar exploded into countless cracks in that instant. The fractures spread outward from the point of impact, densely webbing across the entire jar.
Immediately after.
A stream of thick black water gushed from the jar.
The water seemed alive. The moment it seeped from the cracks, it flowed down the jar's surface, trying to wrap around the entire vessel as though attempting to repair its damaged fractures.
But Jiang Qiao gave it no chance.
Whoosh—
Stove Fire erupted!
Incandescent flames spread from