"No!" The Fire God's expression hardened, and he flew toward "Longing" as well.
Jin Jianglang gritted his teeth and swung his hand fiercely at the Fire God.
That single sweep carried tens of millions of pounds of force.
A tremendous gust from his palm swept over, blasting the Fire God dozens of meters away.
By the time he crashed heavily to the ground, Jin Jianglang was already within arm's reach of "Longing."
"Too late..." The Fire God struggled to lift his head and watched the scene unfold.
The crimson "Longing" gradually turned into a human-shaped cloud of smoke and slowly opened her arms.
Jin Jianglang opened his arms too, embracing that cloud of smoke.
"Jin Jianglang, you deserve a better life," the red figure said softly.
Jin Jianglang's expression finally relaxed. He held a cloud of smoke as though he had embraced the entire world.
The next second, all of "Longing" melted into Jin Jianglang's body.
He silently lowered his head and made no further sound.
Shuten hurried over to help the Fire God up. Looking toward Jin Jianglang, he asked, "What's happening now?"
"We've done everything we could... Now it's up to 'time' to repair all this..." the Fire God said slowly.
A quarter of an hour passed, then another.
Jin Jianglang stood there for a full half hour without any response.
For a while, everyone thought something had gone wrong with him.
"This is the first time this has happened..." the Fire God said with a frown. "Could it be because there's still one 'line' left uncut?"
Even as he said it, however, the Fire God himself had no idea what problems leaving a single "line" might cause.
Suddenly, Jin Jianglang raised his head.
The black qi around him dispersed in an instant, and his eyes returned to