American comic: I, JoJo, am going to heaven!

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"Your souls and your world will soon be ours."

A mocking smile appeared on Wu Xinmo's lips.

"Who else can save you? The Sorcerer Supreme? What a pity, she's tied up now, what a shame."

"Arrogant."

Jon Snow and Ghost Rider exchanged a glance, and the two charged toward the Witchheart simultaneously.

"Who is really being arrogant?"

With an elegant wave of her hand, the Witchheart Demon instantly immobilized Jon Snow.

"What?!" Jon Snow froze, unable to move. "Telekinesis?"

"JOJO, you're so vulnerable right now!"

He sneered and gently pushed his arm forward, releasing immense power.

"Well!"

Jon's pupils contracted sharply as he felt an immense force rushing towards him.

"not good!"

He instinctively crossed his arms to try to block, but by the time he realized what was happening, he had already been sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Star Platinum quickly appeared behind him, using her body as a cushion to try and absorb the impact.

However, the impact was too strong, causing Jon to crash through several walls before finally coming to a stop nearly a hundred meters away.

"Cough...So strong?" Jon stood up, leaning on the rubble, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Did it cause a qualitative change?"

But before he could finish speaking, he spat out another mouthful of blood and began to sway.

"It was so sudden."

He originally planned to activate Time Stop when he got close to create an opportunity for Ghost Rider, but he didn't expect that Witchheart had already seen through his intentions.

It's best to strike first with brute force and send him flying.

"This idiot has devoured a thousand souls..." Jon wiped away the blood, "and even his IQ has increased?"

Although he was seriously injured, what turned out to be a blessing in disguise was that this serious injury actually restored his consciousness.

That's right, Jon Snow is the type of player who can't play unless he's low on health.

Because while he inherited Dior's prudence, he also inherited the man's arrogant nature when things were going well.

Fortunately, the attack from the Demonic Heart of Witchcraft woke him up.

After regaining his composure, Jon used Ripple to shield himself from the excruciating pain and began to analyze the situation in his mind.

His biggest question now is—why did the Demonic Witch deliberately separate them?

Instead of gathering together and eliminating them both, why not? That's strange.

Suddenly, the words that old man Joseph had once said popped into his mind.

他 说:

"Jon, to catch a thief, you have to think like a thief."

In other words, it means learning to put yourself in someone else's shoes.

In addition, he had also studied critical thinking on his own for a period of time, and summarized it into a core statement.

That is--

Be skeptical of everything!

Jon closed his eyes and tried to put himself in Jon's shoes.

If he were the Demon of the Heart, there would be no need to divide the battlefield when his strength is overwhelming.

In his view, a swift and decisive victory was the best option, since a part of the hellish plane was encroaching on Earth.

At this moment, the Sorcerer Supreme's attention was still being diverted... Time was an extremely precious quantity for the Demonic Heart.

But why did he choose the most time-consuming fighting style when he had overwhelming strength?

Unless—the Demonic Heart of Witch can't deal with both of them at the same time!

In other words, they both had a way to directly defeat the Demon of the Heart, but they just hadn't discovered it!

Jon suddenly opened his eyes, a maniacal smile spreading across his lips, his fingernails unconsciously scratching his head.

"Witchheart Demon..." he muttered, clenching his right fist as he felt the pulse of the saint's remains. "You're just bluffing!"

"Wryyyyyyyyyyy!!!! Hahahaha!"

the other side.

Ghost Rider's power was greatly weakened as dawn broke.

Johnny can only barely maintain his transformation in the shadows now.

Even so, his originally raging hellfire was much dimmer than it had been at midnight.

"Ugh—!"

With a powerful blow, Witchheart struck Johnny, who crashed through the wooden door and slid several meters before coming to a stop.

He gritted his teeth and tried to sit up, but the sharp pain in his ribs made him lie back down.

"Damn it..." he gasped, crawling towards the nearest shadow. "If I get into the dark... I can still..."

Suddenly, a leather boot slammed into the back of his hand.

Johnny looked up and met the mocking, scarlet eyes of the Witchheart Demon.

"Johnny,"

The demon leaned down gracefully, his voice as smooth and venomous as a viper's. He pursed his lips and said:

"You think hiding in the shadows will do you any good? You might as well kill yourself; at least my father could mercifully devour your soul."

"Listen, you'd better do as I say."

He sneered and increased the force, causing his bones to crack under the strain.

"Otherwise... I'll make you regret ever being alive."

Johnny gritted his teeth and growled resentfully:

"Don't even think about it! Fuck you!"

"What a pity." The Demonic Heart slowly raised his hand, black smoke seeping out from between his fingers. "Please look forward to it, Johnny."

Now, he will let those thousand fallen souls tear Johnny apart piece by piece, letting him experience the cruelest way to die in the world!

Farewell.

In the instant the black mist surged, a voice accompanied by a ticking sound came from behind the Witchheart Demon.

"Johnny Blaze...you've mentally crushed this bastard!"

What followed was a piercing whistling sound and a purple fist!

"Eurah—!!"

"Varied--!"

Wu Xinmo suddenly looked up, his pupils contracted sharply, and before he could even turn around, Platinum Star's heavy fist had already slammed into his face!

boom! !

The Demon of the Witch Heart flew backward like a cannonball, crashing through three broken walls before finally stopping.

From the ruins, a charred hand suddenly reached out—

Then, the Demon of the Witch Heart slowly crawled out, half of its face smashed, but it was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jon Snow was covered in blood and wounds all over his body, but he still stood straight and his facial features were as sharp as ever.

"impossible....."

Wu Xinmo stared at his slightly trembling legs, and for the first time, shock appeared on his ferocious face.

"JOJO! How can you still—"

"If you don't stand up..." Jon adjusted his hat brim, a blood-stained smile playing on his lips. "How am I supposed to beat you up then!"

"Hmm!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his knees buckled and he almost fell to the ground.

Jon's eyes sharpened, and he clenched his fists, using his willpower to straighten his spine and stand firm in place.

"Amazing willpower."

Suddenly, Wu Xinmo stretched out his arms, his posture as elegant as if he were in an opera house.

"To be able to stand up even with such severe injuries..."

Jon squinted, instinctively sensing that something was amiss.

Because, if I remember correctly, Wu Xinmo said this just now, right?

But this time, his tone abruptly shifted from furious to calm and elegant, which was almost like... like he had multiple personalities!

"Your Stand ability is called Star Platinum, right?"

The Demonic Witch gently stroked her gradually healing cheek and suddenly revealed a strange yet reassuring smile.

He mocked:

"Compared to the battle a few days ago, it's pitifully weak now... If it still had its former strength, that punch just now would have blown my head off."

As he spoke, he approached Jon Snow, simultaneously unleashing countless corrupted souls that pinned the struggling Johnny to the spot.

"How easy, haha." Wu Xinmo tilted his head, revealing a mocking sneer. "You can't even stand up straight, I can easily catch your attacks."

He approached step by step, black mist swirling around him, his voice filled with a mocking confidence.

"JOJO! You think you can defeat me, who has a thousand souls, in this half-dead state? Hmm!"

"cough--!"

Jon coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Even with the pain relief provided by the ripples, the amount of bleeding still blurred his vision.

But his half-human physique and incredibly strong willpower allowed him to grit his teeth and persevere.

Although he lost a lot of blood, it wasn't fatal; it just made his movements a bit sluggish due to the loss of life energy.

Upon seeing this, Wu Xinmo's eyes flashed with ruthlessness and a hint of vengeful pleasure.

He suddenly threw a punch at Jon's head!

"Do you remember how you humiliated me?"

The roar of the Demonic Heart was accompanied by a violent gust of wind from his fists.

"Now—I'm returning it to you exactly as it is! JOJO!"

This punch contained the power of a thousand souls; if Jon were to be hit, he would surely die!

however--

"Eurah!!"

A flash of starlight appeared, and the savage figure of the Platinum Star instantly materialized.

Its powerful punch, delivered after the initial strike, landed with even greater ferocity, speed, and savagery, slamming into the face of the Witchheart Demon!

Bang--!!

Wu Xinmo's entire face caved in instantly, and a huge fist imprint was deeply etched into his flesh!

His eyes widened, and he slammed his head against the ground in disbelief, creating a huge crater!

"No...it's impossible...!" He looked up from the rubble, his pupils trembling. "This power...no!!!"