Endless Debt Chapter 1103 - 119: Blazing Sun in Broad Daylight (Part 2)

The scythe blade was driven deep into the earth, forcing the First Seat to recoil more than ten meters before managing to stop his momentum. As Nesanel advanced, an intense heat became noticeable even without the presence of any visible flames, causing the surrounding mist to vanish instantly and clear his path. A fiery aura enveloped his robes and mask, cast by the blazing sun synthesized from burning ether. Nesanel continued his relentless advance, leaving behind a golden trail several meters long that radiated from his mask's mane, searing like an inferno.

Geoffrey watched Aimou stand in stunned silence before pulling her with a hoarse voice, "We have to leave this place now." Aimou only then registered the surging heat; the humid mist evaporated, the air grew bone-dry, and even the spilled blood turned into a pungent gas that dissipated. Sweat beaded on Geoffrey's forehead. Getting caught in the crossfire between the Seekers of Glory would be fatal enough just from the terrifying aftermath.

"First Seat," a deep voice resonated from beneath the lion mask. Nesanel gave a slight nod to the First Seat. "Nesanel," the First Seat responded in kind. They stood facing each other, neither making the first move. Yet, beneath this deceptive calm, etheric reactions intensified dramatically, spiraling upwards. The world seemed to warp into a funnel as ethers were summoned by the Seekers of Glory, roaring in from all directions and converging into their grasp. If Aimou possessed Spirit Vision Liquid at this moment, she would perceive through this unique fluid the formation of two golden storms before her very eyes. The immense concentration of ether gathered here rapidly devoured even the Blight of Decay, leaving only the wild surge of ether.

"An extraordinary disaster..." Aimou muttered involuntarily as she glanced back while carrying Xilin and fleeing. Within the Extraordinary World, it is commonly understood that when a Seeker of Glory unleashes their full power, the ether they summon merges with their own Secret Energy. Each Seeker of Glory is, in essence, a walking embodiment of extraordinary disaster. Now, two such natural calamities were on a collision course.

Aimou felt no sense of relief at being saved, only an ever-increasing pressure. She doubted her ability to survive amidst the clash of these Seekers of Glory. The potent concentration of ether was on the verge of overwhelming reality itself; established principles were faltering at the precipice of collapse. Nesanel took another step closer to the First Seat. The moment his foot struck the ground, molten lava erupted, blazing a trail like flowing blood. The First Seat felt an unbearable dryness; all the moisture in the air had been scorched away. If this continued, Nesanel would undoubtedly transform this area into a searing inferno. Their gazes locked, the unspoken threat hanging heavily in the air.

Their forms blurred, seemingly vanishing into thin air, and in the very next instant, a battle beyond sensory perception erupted. Nesanel moved like a golden meteor, his position shifting with blinding speed, landing powerful blows near the First Seat. For a brief moment, the First Seat struggled to match Nesanel's velocity. This was understandable; Nesanel was younger, his Alchemy Matrix several generations more advanced, not to mention his command of the Power of the Extreme Realm, making him the most aggressive Seeker of Glory in the Order Bureau's history. In another fierce exchange, the First Seat fully unleashed his power, his ether coalescing into an unyielding barrier around him. Nesanel, wielding no weapon, shattered the barrier with his devastating punches.

Flames erupted and billowed around Nesanel, radiating an intense, frenzied heat. Under the potent ether concentration, the physical world began to warp, the laws of reality frayed, the ground beneath him fractured, and incandescent lava surged from the fissures. As he threw his fists, the flames moved in concert, transmitting destructive force instantaneously. In that moment, Nesanel seemed to transform into a Flame Demon, annihilating all in his path with unrestrained heat. In a flash, all surrounding mist dispersed, creating a vacuum around the two combatants. Seizing a moment of quiet, the First Seat wielded his Great Scythe, and a strange wind howled in the darkness. Driven by this gale, cold white mist surged upwards, shrouding the surroundings like the embrace of death. Everything within the mist's path succumbed to decay. Simultaneously, from beneath the shadow of his hood, a chilling arc gleamed. The First Seat abandoned concealment and fully unleashed his unique power: Secret Energy·Age-Stealing Mist. Drawing from the Power of Illusion exclusive to the Glory Holder Tier, the First Seat conjured a vast expanse of mist, mimicking the effect of the Blight of Decay by affecting all matter within its reach, yet its core essence remained distinctly different. These Age-Stealing Mists, summoned by the First Seat, could accelerate the aging process of any material they touched by a hundredfold, causing them to crumble into dust in an instant. Countless enemies caught within the First Seat's mist swiftly aged from vigorous youths to frail elders, and finally, to mere bones.The First Seat erupted in revelation, and the clamoring Sea of Mist swept towards Nesanel like an overwhelming tide. It was as if the very fabric of heaven and earth had fractured, leaving only the tempestuous, nebulous mist from every direction. Within the swirling haze, indistinct figures ascended without end, resembling malevolent specters that assailed the tidal wave. Nesanel perceived an intensifying surge of wicked power emanating from within, threatening to plunge the surrounding world into absolute darkness. This insidious force seeped outwards, gradually expanding and enveloping all in its path.