Endless Debt Chapter 1112 - 121: Ring of Swords (Part 2)

Aimou couldn’t help but cry out, "Overlord Xilin..."

A figure moved with incredible speed towards Aimou, lifting her up and placing her on his shoulder. As her vision cleared, Aimou recognized Nesanel carrying her, with Bologue, covered in blood, on one side and Geoffrey struggling to keep up behind them.

"We cannot remain here."

Nesanel spoke, guiding the pair towards the edge of the combat zone where Palmer and Lebius were waiting. Palmer appeared to be the least affected, having sustained no injuries at all. During the most intense phase of the fight, this fortunate individual had been wandering aimlessly within the fog.

"Whoa! Bologue!"

Palmer exclaimed upon seeing Bologue's injuries. Despite being an Undead, the sight was quite horrific. However, when compared to Lebius's state, Bologue's condition was minor.

Lebius was lying on the ground, his breathing shallow but not critical, with minimal signs of life remaining. Any ordinary person would have passed out by now, yet he kept his eyes wide open, fixed on Xilin's return and the wrath of the First Seat.

"Yes, that’s correct, Lebius, witness it all."

A sinister voice whispered near his ears. At this moment, Belphegor was beside Lebius, half-crouched, tilting Lebius’s head and prying his eyelids open, forcing him to observe everything. It seemed that only Lebius could sense Belphegor's presence.

Nesanel looked up at Xilin's actions, his expression concealed by a lion's mask, remaining silent.

The tide of mist surged towards Xilin like a powerful current. Yet, before Xilin, it seemed as though an unseen blade was effortlessly slicing through the rolling mist. Numerous specters shrieked and attacked within the mist, but around Xilin, an invisible barrier appeared to protect him. As the mist drew near Xilin, it was repelled by a potent force, unable to advance further.

Xilin's eyes blazed, and immense quantities of Ether ignited within his Alchemy Matrix. He moved like a long-dormant mechanism, determined to obliterate everything in his path.

A terrifying power emanated from Xilin, sending dreadful ripples outward, disturbing the dust.

As Xilin moved forward, the ground beneath him began to shift in an unusual manner. Suddenly, a wisp of dust from the fine smoke was drawn towards Xilin. In the next moment, the entire land trembled, and countless dust particles were lifted several meters into the air, with billions of grains suspended.

Xilin gestured with his hand, consolidating billions of particles into dark lines that coiled around his body. These were innumerable tiny iron fragments, separated from the dust and soil, then melted into a solid Iron Armor through the command and forging of Secret Energy, cloaking Xilin’s bare skin.

Amidst the crisp sound of colliding iron, more and more scales and plates accumulated, forming an Armor that gleamed with a cold light. Cracks like shattered ice spread across the metal surfaces, with a near-molten golden luminescence flowing within those fissures.

The First Seat let out a hoarse howl, charging out from the Sea of Mist. The Cry of Confession reached its peak, its melody striking Xilin without any apparent effect. Xilin simply frowned, as if experiencing a sharp discomfort.

Extending his hand in a stopping gesture, an immense repulsive force enveloped the First Seat, suspending him in mid-air, preventing any further advance.

A raspy voice rasped from the First Seat’s throat, "Xilin..."

Xilin maintained his expressionless smile, his gaze distant and unfocused, seemingly gazing towards a faraway place.

The mist sea suddenly surged with a piercing sword light, shattering the sound barrier, leaving residual thunderous echoes as it directly pierced through the First Seat’s body.

A wound the size of a bowl was forged through the First Seat’s mutated form, compressing the flesh into foul blood and crushing bones into powder. That sword light then slowed, returning after a piercing shriek, to stab towards the First Seat once more.

This time, the First Seat raised the Sword of Confession, and the blades clashed, halting the piercing strike. It was then that the First Seat clearly recognized the blade as the Immovable Sword.

The Immovable Sword was sent flying, spinning rapidly in the air, while another screech closed in on the First Seat. He looked out to see a fiery eruption burning through the mist sea.

Resembling a burning Fire Meteor plummeting towards him, its extreme velocity stretched the flames, carving a blazing trail across the mist sea.

Where the Fire Meteor passed, intense heat instantly boiled the air, generating formidable pressure waves. It too, broke the sound barrier, approaching the First Seat with a piercing roar.

As the Fire Meteor neared, the surrounding environment and objects endured devastating impacts, creating numerous sparks and points of light, triggering a series of explosive sounds and flashes.

The First Seat marshaled the Age-Stealing Mist, colliding with the Fire Meteor. The dense white vapor completely swallowed the flames. The Seeker of Glory's ether reactions unleashed the Secret Energy to its fullest, hastening the flame's demise and narrowly subduing the lethal Fire Meteor. However, just as the flames sputtered out, the unmistakable blade sliced through the mist.

The First Seat instantly identified the blade: Supreme Secret Sword: Core Flame Sword.

He couldn't comprehend it; the Supreme Secret Sword should have been with the Shadow King. When he beheaded the Shadow King, the First Seat had scoured the vicinity but found no trace of it. He had assumed the Shadow King had flung it into the Great Rift to deny him possession.