"Hmph!"
Facing the countless hearts surging toward him, Jiang Qiao stepped forward.
He suddenly raised a hand and shoved forward.
Blazing flames instantly erupted from his palm, and the countless charging hearts immediately began to burn with sharp sizzling sounds.
The Stove Fire used the supernatural as fuel.
These things were practically firewood delivered right to his door!
They twisted madly and struggled violently, letting out piercing "squeak, squeak, squeak" cries that no heart could possibly make.
Black blood seeped from their surfaces.
But under the scorching Stove Fire, it quickly evaporated into clouds of mist.
The flames spread.
They rapidly expanded along the hearts.
Before long, the entire space had turned into a sea of fire.
All the hearts struggled and screamed. Their cries shifted from "squeak, squeak, squeak" into childish sobbing, as though countless children were crying at once.
It made one's scalp tingle.
But it was useless.
The Stove Fire mercilessly devoured them, burning them to ashes, then burning even the ashes into nothingness.
In just a few breaths' time.
The densely packed little hearts on the floor, walls, and ceiling had all been burned away, leaving behind only black ash scattered across the ground.
"Whew..."
The other three let out long sighs of relief.
If those hearts had rushed them, even Dragon Tiger Daoist, the strongest among them, would have been helpless.
This place had been surrounded.
There was not even anywhere to run.
They would have been doomed without a doubt!
After burning away all the hearts, Jiang Qiao looked up again at the rotten heart in the sky.
It was still beating.
Heavy and powerful.
Every beat sent tremors through the air.
It seemed not to care about the destruction of those little hearts. It continued floating steadily at the center of the vortex,