Great, we're doomed now!

"Get out of the way, J!"

boom!

"Silver Chariot!"

At the critical moment, Polnareff's pupils shrank to their maximum size.

Clang!

The rapier curved into an exaggerated arc as it was swung rapidly, and a spark lit up in the fog—the bullet was split in two!

"Uncle, close your eyes!"

In fact, Pierre didn't even have time to close his eyes before a dazzling display of swordsmanship ended. Half of his revolver was sliced ​​off, and his clothes were torn in various places, especially his right hand, where he could feel the sharp wind rushing past.

--but!

It didn't feel like I hit anything!

It's neither a line nor transparent!

"what is going on?!"

Completely contrary to his own judgment, Bobo couldn't help but feel a little shaken.

Just then, he heard the howling wind and the dragging footsteps of the corpses. The thick fog churned and changed in the aftershocks of the force... At that moment, he felt an unparalleled silence around him.

"It's the fog! This fog is the culprit!"

Realizing what had happened, Bobo's eyes regained their resolve, and he turned and ran back to the motorcycle.

At this moment, a corpse spoke, making a hoarse and strange sound with its rotting vocal cords: "Hehe... So what? With just a sword, even if you know my secret, it won't help."

Did they think that as long as they left the fog, they could escape danger?

Run away! If you think you can escape my body double, then abandon your family and friends and run away like a coward on a motorcycle!

But you can never escape my grasp; no matter how sharp it is, it cannot cut through the invisible.

Polnareff, your Stand is the most useless one ever!

That arrogant voice echoed throughout the fog; it couldn't have come from a corpse.

"If you want to live, summon the devil who cruelly murdered my beloved son, J. Gale!"

"Hoo~~ Is that so?"

Polunarev came across the motorcycle, but instead of getting on, he turned his head and gave it a disdainful look.

"You don't think I'm trying to run away, do you?"

Furthermore, who says a sword cannot cut through the invisible?

"what?"

Silver Chariot!

With a flash of the slender sword, the fuel tank was cut in half, and a large amount of pungent liquid immediately flowed out.

"That is--"

"Let me show you the sword dance of flames!"

Clang!

A spark ignited the gasoline, which quickly spread across the ground and motorcycle, but instead of exploding like in the movies, it only produced a burst of flames.

Despite being surrounded, Polnareff showed no fear. The silver chariot's rapier stirred up the gasoline and flames, like an angel wielding the fire of judgment. The high-speed blade guided the wind, creating a small tornado!

boom!

The flames and the wind intertwined, flying out in all directions under the control of the sword pressure, instantly making the surroundings as hot as a desert!

The fog was completely dispelled!

"what?!"

Now's the time!

Without the fog obstructing his view, Polnareff looked in the direction of the sound. Since the other party had chosen to hide itself, its ability to fight head-on must be very weak. As long as he could find the main body, he was confident that he could end the battle in an instant!

--call!

The fog looks like it's about to gather again, hurry!

Polnareff's sharp eyes searched for the enemy's figure, but suddenly a strange feeling came from his waist. Even in such a tense moment, he couldn't help but glance down—

洞！

The bullet wound from before has somehow turned into a hole big enough to fit a thumb!

The blood seemed to melt into the wind, turning into a pale pink stream of air flowing in and out... and he didn't feel much pain at all?

"Blood...mist?"

A sense of foreboding washed over him, and sure enough, the next second an irresistible force ripped at his wounds, tearing his muscles and lifting him into the sky!

The fog in the sky was still very thick, and a huge and illusory skeleton emperor appeared and disappeared, stretching out his fingertips to pick at the thread of blood mist, as if he were playing with a toy at will.

"Damn it! The Silver Chariot!"

The sharp sword pressure instantly sliced ​​through the heavy mist that clung to him, but it immediately coalesced again as the blade left. Polnareff, held back by the wound at his waist, had completely lost his footing in mid-air and was utterly helpless.

"Hehehehe! Polnareff~"

Do you really think you can defeat my invincible "Justice"?

"In the name of justice? You desecrating corpses and indulging your son's murders, you old witch, you're disgusting!"

...Are you out of options?

He cursed under his breath, but his pupils reflected the approaching Skeleton Emperor. Polnareff's resentment almost made him grind his teeth to pieces.

Was I too impulsive and arrogant?

I underestimated the Stand battle, even though I was warned by Ye Shou... Damn it, Uncle Pierre... I'm sorry!

Tell me where that person is hiding, and I might spare your life!

"Go lick my toilet, you witch!"

"If you want to die, so be it! But what about your family, Jane Pierre Polunarev!"

"You bastard..."

hum~

Suddenly, a gust of hot air swept through the entire space, accompanied by a light, airy voice.

"A villain who uses his family to threaten others is unacceptable in any work."

Polnareff, you shouldn't have risked going out alone, and... that's not how you use fire!

——The mountain blows with colorful ripples running fast!

Dense ripples swept across the ground, and the gasoline was enveloped by a strange vibrational energy, breaking down into tens of thousands of tiny droplets, which were then completely atomized and burned up in an instant, releasing a burst of dazzling light!

boom!!!

The extreme heat was unstoppable, and in just one second it blew away the Skeleton Emperor.

"It's so hot!"

A panicked voice rang out from the fog.

Polnareff was also roasted by the flames: "Ooh ooh ooh!"

Sparks were burning on his clothes, and he felt his skin cracking. Polnareff lost control and plummeted to the ground before landing safely in the arms of someone who could hold him.

"Yo~"

Ye Shou caught Polnareff, who was taller than him, in a princess carry. The worldview of "JOJO" was not poisoned by "Japanese height". It does not deliberately pursue petite figures or unscientific figures that are obviously tall but as light as feathers.

Polnareff is 185 cm tall. He didn't have the same muscular build he had later in his youth, but he still weighed 78 kg (he would grow to 193 cm later).

Even world-renowned strongmen would find it difficult to catch an adult falling from a height, but Ye Shoujiu's well-trained body displayed extraordinary arm strength, and his timely release of force left his feet completely still, as if rooted to the ground.

"We're saved... Ye Shou?"

"I gave you the communicator so you could perform a solo adventure."

He was still smiling with amusement, but when he smelled it, he immediately frowned.

"How long has it been since you last took a shower?"

"This...this smells like a corpse!" Bobo, a refined French boy, immediately turned his head away, his face still flushed from the heat.

—But a muscular man showing a shy expression is really an eyesore.

Upon seeing this, Ye Shou showed a look of disgust and threw the man to the ground without any mercy.

"You're not a pretty girl, don't blame me!"

Chapter 123 The Flaming Sword That Burns Life

"You...it's you!"

The night wind howled like the wails of ghosts, and the temporarily repelled fog returned, seemingly as unchangeable as a natural phenomenon. The world was once again plunged into danger, and this time the killing intent was all too clear—

"You killed my son! You deserve to die!"

The resentment materialized from the thick fog, and the Skeleton Emperor, clad in a death robe, carried a surging, rolling fog that seemed to have devoured countless undead, enveloping everything in sight. The fog was four or five stories high, giving people a tremendous sense of oppression.

"Uh! You must be kidding!"

Polnareff took in the full picture of "justice," clenching his fist so tightly he nearly lost his voice.

If it were just large in size, that would be one thing, but it has no physical form, which means that it cannot be harmed in any way. Even if you attack it countless times with a sword or a gun, it will still be in vain.

"Exaggeration... Is this Stand really 'invincible'?"

That voice hated Ye Shou to the core—

"Today, I will avenge my son J. Gale!"

Polnareff glanced at Ye Shou with concern. Their only fuel had been used up in the explosion, and the two of them had no other way to stop this terrifying Mist Stand.

run away?