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

The ground was smashed into a deep crater, and the shriveled head of the Witchheart Demon lay at the bottom of the crater.

"Damn it." Jon, bracing himself on his knees, his breathing gradually steady, "I've seen through you, Heartbreaker... You're nothing but a paper tiger."

With his regular breathing rhythm, the ripple energy flowed through his body, first repairing his damaged lungs, and then spreading throughout his entire body.

Jon's wounds were healing at a visible speed, and his aura was rising.

"This is the power of ripples."

He wore the perfect Aja Red Stone on his chest, and after his breathing returned to a regular rhythm, it amplified his ripples a hundredfold.

With the help of this energy, Jon's recovery speed was astonishing.

"You..." The Demonic Witch struggled to her feet, her jaw cracking, "You think you can kill me like this?"

"Pah!" He spat out a mouthful of black blood. "I've devoured thousands of fallen souls!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Jon sneered. "Then why did you separate me and Johnny?"

"Right now, the thoughts running through your mind..." he narrowed his eyes, "are probably a complete mess, aren't they?"

"JOJO... since you're so confident," the Witch Heart Demon suddenly grinned, "then why do I smell fear in your breath?"

He suddenly opened his arms wide—

boom!

The black smoke around his body exploded, and countless twisted vengeful spirits shrieked as they surged out, rushing towards Jon and Johnny in the distance under the control of the Heart Demon.

"Damn it!" Jon's pupils contracted as golden lightning surged from his knee. "Sage Ripple Kick!"

Before Wu Xinmo could react, the ripple energy, amplified hundreds of times, had already blasted into his face!

boom!

The solar ripples collided violently with the black smoke of the Witchheart Demon, resulting in an extremely intense reaction.

However, the souls of those thousands of fallen believers provided him with an almost abnormal regenerative power.

In the blink of an eye, the body of the Witchheart Demon, which had been burned by the Ripple Kick, reformed itself while Jon was still in a daze!

What's even more troublesome is that Jon has absolutely no means of dealing with these vengeful spirits.

Hundreds of twisted souls howled around him, and his attacks were like hitting cotton, causing no real damage.

Indeed, professional tasks should be left to experts...

Jon thought to himself.

Only Johnny, as the Ghost Rider, is the nemesis of these souls.

But the current situation is that Johnny is still lying not far away, critically injured and on the verge of death, but there is still a chance!

It seems we have no choice but to use that move—the secret technique that the Joestar family has passed down through generations and keeps hidden away!

"That's—Nikeru!"

Jon Snow instantly activated Time Stop and grabbed Johnny in a flash.

The moment time resumed its flow, the two people in front of Wu Xinmo vanished without a trace.

"What—?!" Johnny felt a sudden lightness in his body, and the scene before him suddenly changed.

When he came to his senses, he was already in the shadow of ruins.

Hellfire burned on his bones, his broken spine cracked and popped, and then quickly healed.

The skull burst into flames, and with the blessing of hellfire, Ghost Rider was reawakened once more.

"Knight, do you have any clue?"

Jon leaned against the broken wall, somewhat helpless, and said:

"We have no chance of winning in a direct confrontation. Even if my Platinum Star can kill him, it's impossible for me to kill him a thousand times in a row."

"I'm going to drag him back to hell! Aaaaah!" Ghost Rider roared, his eyes filled with madness. "I'm going to eat him! Eat him!"

"Damn it!" Jon sighed, looking at the guy who seemed completely incapable of rational thought.

So what should he do?

To be honest, he had been observing the saint's body's reaction throughout the battle.

If he could truly inflict an effective attack on demons or other such monsters, the only possibility would be the remains of a saint.

Strangely, it didn't react at all.

Am I wrong? The remains of a saint have no effect on the witch's inner demon?

This was the first time Jon had wavered in his judgment. But then he thought—

If I am truly no threat, why would the Demonic Heart of Witch go to such lengths to divide the battlefield?

Therefore, there must be some way to directly defeat him... I just haven't discovered it yet.

It hasn't been discovered yet.

Just as Jon was deep in thought, a crisp cracking sound rang out—

A withered, twisted vengeful spirit crawled in through the broken window, its rotting face and hollow eye sockets staring straight at him.

"What?!" Jon Snow tensed up abruptly. "Star Platinum!"

The Platinum Star appeared instantly, its fist, wreathed in golden ripples, poised to strike.

It threw a punch!

"Eurah—!"

However, the vengeful spirit suddenly knelt down, its rotting hands pressed against its chest in a pious gesture.

"Huh?" Jon stopped abruptly!

Platinum Star's fist landed squarely on its nose, the force of the punch ruffling its robes, yet it showed no reaction.

"..." Jon narrowed his eyes and slowly withdrew his substitute.

A strange burning sensation suddenly came from the saint's remains on his right hand. Was it longing?

It was... yearning to touch this soul; this was the first time the body had reacted so strongly.

After hesitating for a moment, Jon slowly extended his right hand.

As his palm drew closer to the vengeful spirit, a faint prayer drifted into his ears—

"Please...forgive...me."

In an instant, Jon's vision spun around him—

He seemed to be standing in the center of the village of San Van González a thousand years ago.

Countless devout believers knelt before the holy image, their faces bathed in a holy glow.

Everything was wonderful until that hunched-over old man with a wicked look appeared.

This person is none other than Mephisto, the Lord of Hell, in disguise!

There, the avatar of the Lord of Hell, leaning on a staff, mingled among the crowd, benevolently enticing the believers with a smile.

One after another, countless pure souls blindly signed contracts amidst sweet words, gradually falling into depravity.

Only a third of the devout believers resisted this temptation, but their downfall was only a matter of time.

Not long after, the last remaining believers who resisted were also forcibly dragged into the eternal curse.

This is a story of a farmer and a snake, full of drama and irony.

But now...

Jon snapped back to reality and realized that the vengeful spirit before him had already lost half of its ferocity.

It transformed into an old man with white hair but only half of his face was intact, his eyes filled with tears.

"Thank you, messenger who carries on the will of the saint, I bless you."

"Now... I must go." The old man's figure gradually became transparent in the sunlight. "To atone for my sins."

boom!

Suddenly, a dried-up corpse fell out of the wall, and Ghost Rider reached out and wrapped his hand with hellfire.

A tiny spark of light burst forth from the burning body, surging toward Jon's right hand like a firefly.

I see! The key is the soul!

Jon clenched his right fist repeatedly, and the rhythm and light emanating from the saint's body created a strange chemical reaction.

His body is changing!

"Johnny, do you understand now?"

When he turned his head, he found that Ghost Rider had somehow returned to human form.

"The soul." Johnny wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled in a long time. "That bastard wore thousands of weaknesses on his body."

"Jon, do you hear me? The spirit of vengeance within me is itching to burn him alive!"