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

After the light spot caused changes in the remains, it completely merged into the saint's remains.

Jon stared at the dried corpse that was gradually turning to ashes, and the saint's remains inside him pulsated once more.

At the same time, under the influence of these mysterious light spots, the rhythm on my hands became more and more obvious.

He clearly sensed that a portion of his spiritual energy was being absorbed by the body, as if something was being conceived within it.

In other words, this rhythm is not actually a rhythm; in Jon's view, it is more like fetal movement.

A bold guess immediately took shape in Jon's mind.

Is it possible that a Stand is about to awaken?

Although it cannot be confirmed, it must be related to saving that soul, which is beneficial.

He looked down at his right hand and thought to himself, "Looks like you're still somewhat useful."

"Stop daydreaming, JOJO." Johnny's eyes burned with a fanatical fire. "Let's go take care of that bastard, I can't wait to burn him!"

Seeing the spirit of vengeance begin to stir again, Jon stopped Johnny from losing control.

If Johnny burns his soul, how will he awaken his Stand?

"Tearing down a house is much easier than rebuilding, but that's not what we should be doing, Johnny."

"You mean...."

Johnny frowned, already guessing a bit.

"Don't tell me you want to save them. They're a bunch of fallen people; the sins on their souls can't be washed away long ago."

"It's not about saving them," Jon said calmly, "it's about freeing them, and after it's over, can you burn their bodies with hellfire?"

"Relief?" A hint of hesitation flashed in Johnny's eyes, but he finally nodded. "So you felt it too? I thought it was just my imagination."

"After I burned that blasphemous body, I found that the Spirit of Vengeance had calmed down a lot... Okay, JOJO, I agree."

Johnny agreed, though he didn't mean it.

Just now, the story of the saints that Carter Slay had told quietly surfaced in his mind.

He knew very well that those guys were all virtuous people before they fell into depravity.

He was simply seduced by the devil and signed a treaty that sold his soul.

These similar experiences subconsciously moved the Ghost Rider to compassion, so he agreed to Jon's proposal.

"Then let's go take care of that bastard now." Jon clenched his fist. "Johnny?"

"Let's go." Johnny silently reloaded his shotgun. "I've been itching to get going."

"Kill me? Huh?"

A pale figure in a black trench coat slowly stepped in, a mocking sneer on his lips.

"Are you kidding me? Are you crazy? You're the ones who should be killed."

"Oh? Is that so, Witchheart?" Jon raised his right hand, pointing it directly at the other man. "Now, it's my turn."

In an instant, the evil spirits surrounding Wu Xinmo seemed to be drawn by something and began to stir wildly.

Like moths drawn to a flame, they struggled to rush toward the saint's remains, to repent for their sins.

"Come back here!" The Demonic Heart's pupils constricted, turning bloodshot. "Behave yourselves, you bunch of useless trash!"

"Still trying to admit your mistakes? A bunch of spineless, spineless dogs! Get back here!"

However, his roar had no effect.

The evil spirits frantically tore at the bonds of the contract, yearning to pounce on Jon, but were forcibly imprisoned around the Witchheart and unable to escape.

"Just as I thought, then I'll lend you a hand." Jon's eyes sharpened, and he pointed, "Cafe hot sauce—Zawarudo!"

Star Platinum appeared instantly and made the same move as Jon Snow, causing the gears of time to freeze for a full second.

puff!

In that one second of frozen time, his right hand had already pierced through the chest of the Witch Heart Demon.

"What—?!" The moment time resumed its flow, Wu Xinmo's eyes widened. "No! Impossible! What, when did this happen—"

A premonition of death made him grip Jon's arm tightly as it sank into his chest, and he cried out:

"No! I don't want to go back to hell!"

He roared hysterically at Jon, then suddenly switched to a seductive whisper afterward.

"Listen to JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, we can divide the New Hell equally! Let's rule this world together, how about it? I promise!"

"I swear in the name of my son Mephisto! Don't pull your hand out! Aaaaah!"

"Oh."

Jon scoffed. This oath was no different from his claim that he was Dio's son.

The people who make the oaths have absolutely no credibility; just treat them as nonsense.

Seeing that Jon remained unmoved, he turned to the fallen saint within him and questioned:

"Look at the state of you all! Don't you want to drag him down with you?"

His deep, seductive voice once again began to bewitch these fallen believers.

"He's just like you all used to be! Yes! Look closely!"

"Why is he allowed to remain pure, while you are destined to wallow in hell? Is that fair? No! That's not fair!"

At this moment, Wu Xinmo's words were like sparks splashing into a pool of gasoline.

With a loud bang!

Countless imprisoned vengeful spirits, under their influence, went completely berserk, their hideous soul hands grabbing Jon's arms.

Even worse, some directly tore at his soul, attempting to drag that dazzling brilliance into hell along with it.

But the moment their fingertips touched Jon's soul, their fingers burst into flames from the point of contact.

"Ahhhhh—"

The fallen souls twisted and howled in the flames, yet they still stubbornly opened their ugly mouths.

In an instant, countless seductive whispers mixed with shrieks flooded Jon's mind.

Let's fall into depravity together...

What makes you so capable of maintaining such a dazzling soul...?

This is unfair...

The venomous whispers echoed in my mind, and those distorted faces were filled with resentment.

Why should this soul, as dazzling as gold, be able to remain unscathed?

This is not fair!

So they desperately wanted to drag Jon into the same situation as them.

But is this useful? It's completely useless.

Jon's eyes remained clear, without a trace of hesitation or attraction, only a longing for a new stand-in!

"Interesting." A cold smile even appeared on his lips, his right arm muscles tensing. "Then come out and soak up some sun!"

The phantom of the Platinum Star overlapped with his arm, and he suddenly exerted force.

"Euro!"

With a roar from Star Platinum, Jon Snow suddenly yanked his arm.

From the hole in Wu Xinmo's chest, countless imprisoned souls surged out like a flood bursting its banks.

"No! Come back!" The Demonic Witch desperately reached out to grab the scattered, fleeing souls.

For the first time, fear appeared on his狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face, because these half-degenerate souls were his last lifeline.

Now, even this life-saving charm has finally left him.

And the humanity that remains in the souls that were saved is being reawakened.

They roared like wild beasts and turned to pounce on their own kind who had once persecuted them.

The resentment that had been building up for a century erupted completely at this moment, with two dark torrents tearing and entangled in the air.

"Johnny," Jon stepped aside to make room for him, "it's your turn."

"Just what I wanted!"

Johnny twisted his neck, and two orange-red flames ignited in his pupils.

This is a sign that the Eye of Judgment is about to be activated!

"Witch Heart Demon... Hahahahahaha."

Hellfire instantly engulfed his body, and the skull grinned maliciously amidst the flames.

"How does it feel to be possessed by hundreds of vengeful spirits? Their power... their hatred... Hahahaha!"

"No...this is impossible!" The Demonic Heart of Witch staggered backward. "I am Mephisto's—"

Suddenly, his leather shoes stepped onto the sunlit ground.

He was stunned at first, then overjoyed, because when Johnny was being chased, the hellfire on his body receded like the tide after being exposed to sunlight!

"The shadows are your Achilles' heel, and now you want to judge me?" The Witchheart elegantly adjusted her bow tie, her pale finger pointing at Jon. "Now it's my turn."

"Let's see, is your Platinum Star faster..." he licked his fangs, "or am I faster at devouring your soul?"

At this moment, according to the contract, hundreds of fallen souls are protecting him from harm, so he can ignore Jon's counterattack.

The Demonic Heart was absolutely certain that he would devour Jon's soul before Jon could make a move!

Snapped!

The crisp snap of his fingers shattered his daydream.

The wraiths tearing through the air suddenly stopped and turned in unison towards Jon.

Jon looked at him without flinching, his eyes perfectly calm.

After a brief eye contact, they let out a piercing shriek and joined hands to form a huge net that blocked out the sun!

"ha!"

Johnny's flesh and blood burned away in the shadows, and the hellfire surged forth!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The chains on Ghost Rider rattled incessantly, and his burning finger bones instantly gripped the throat of the Witchheart Demon, lifting him to eye level.

"Look...at...me..."