Endless Debt Chapter 1113 - 121: Ring of Swords_3
Previously on Endless Debt...
Shadow King, Blade of Xin Yan, a presence within the Cross Sword Light, Xilin's resurgence...
Fleeting whispers of shattered intelligence flickered through the First Seat’s consciousness. He felt an imminent understanding, yet the message slipped through his grasp as if it were a swarm of ephemeral butterflies.
The First Seat had no leisure for contemplation. He grasped a pristine Ethereal Blade, its brilliant luminescence slicing through the Blade of Xin Yan. After a brief tumble, the Blade of Xin Yan righted itself, and as Ether flowed into it, fiery energy once again wreathed the blade.
The searing metal hissed, entwining with the Immovable Sword, then retreated, hovering behind Xilin. In addition to these two formidable blades, two more weapons, bequeathed by Gray to Xilin, materialized behind him: the Blood Transfer Sword and the Silence Sword.
The edges of the four Secret Swords pointed outwards, gently rotating behind Xilin, forming a luminous ring of blades. The keen edge of each sword thrummed with the potent force of Ether, each manifesting its unique power: igniting celestial fireworks, weaving illusions of spatial distortion, unleashing virulent toxins, and embodying the unyielding essence of pure metal.
At this precise moment, Xilin appeared to have ascended, transforming into a veritable Celestial God. With a commanding gesture, he pressed downwards, causing the fractured earth to crumble instantaneously, dissolving into fine, flowing sand. Cries of terror, furious roars, the shrieking gale, the thunderous cacophony of collapse, and the grating rasp of sand against metal filled the air...
The rending sound of rock being torn asunder assaulted everyone's eardrums, and as the sandstorm subsided, it unveiled the abyssal blackness of the chasm.
The very ground beneath their feet vanished, simultaneously subjecting the First Seat to the crushing weight of immense gravity, propelling him and Xilin into the Abyss together.
The chasm expanded relentlessly outwards until it reached Bologue and his companions, where its expansion gradually ceased, forming a perfectly symmetrical circle.
Within the Stygian depths of the Abyss, the formidable power of the Seeker of Glory erupted without restraint. The brilliant luminescence of ignited Ether pierced the pervasive darkness, akin to the blinding intensity of the midday sun. This potent light surged forth from the Abyss, transforming the landscape into a furious volcanic caldera, with molten lava poised on the brink of eruption.
Amidst the encroaching darkness of their descent, the First Seat extended a hand, his sword-like bone claws gouging deeply into the cliff face, tearing through countless layers of rock. His fall was arrested, but on the other side, amidst the swirling dust, a fiery Fire Meteor violently impacted, trailing a blazing tail that grew steadily brighter and larger. Upon collision, it birthed a zone of utter devastation, with searing flames devouring all in their path and incinerating every combustible material.
Emerging swiftly from the fiery aftermath of the explosion, the First Seat attempted to escape, but the Blade of Xin Yan remained relentlessly in pursuit.
The blade manifested in a state of intense combustion, siphoning oxygen and fuel from the atmosphere, forming a blazing stream of fire that plunged earthward with meteoric velocity. It flashed past the First Seat in an instant, leaving behind a rapidly searing, terrifying wound across his body.
The very air, scorched by the extreme temperatures of the flames, transmuted into an incandescent, lightning-like brilliance, charting a luminous trajectory. This path pulsed with intensely bright points, banishing the profound darkness.
The blinding radiance vanished in the blink of an eye as the Immovable Sword sliced through the air, once again closing in on the First Seat. During their rapid descent, the First Seat struggled desperately to resist, ultimately crashing headlong into the Crossroads of Hesitation.
The intricately constructed edifice clinging to the cliffside had endured numerous assaults from the ongoing battle, its structures showing signs of rapid decay, with the constant echoes of trembling resonating through the air. One building after another slid into the ethereal Sea of Mist below.
Before the First Seat could even regain his footing, a blood-hued Cross Sword Light erupted behind him. As he instinctively turned, the scarlet Blood Transfer Sword plunged deep into his chest. Xilin executed a seemingly simple pinching motion in the air, and the First Seat's entire arm became subjected to an overwhelming force, twisting and shattering with audible snaps, erupting into a vile spray of blood amidst the sickening crack of bones.
"Curse it! Damnable curse!"
The First Seat uttered curses repeatedly. He was utterly bewildered by the turn of events, unable to comprehend how Xilin had been resurrected.
Facing the severely injured First Seat was Xilin, brimming with unrestrained fury and operating at his absolute peak, rendering the outcome of their confrontation starkly inevitable.
Xilin drew the Blood Transfer Sword, and the Cross Sword Light dissipated simultaneously. Once again, Xilin unleashed a Cross Sword Light upon the First Seat, its crimson luminescence disturbing the very fabric of space along its path, a spatial distortion that directly sheared through the bone armor encasing the First Seat, leaving it in utter disarray.
With eyes ablaze, the First Seat endeavored to broaden the Age-Stealing Mist, aiming to envelop Xilin. However, Xilin bravely plunged into the Cross Sword Light, which bisected his chest, allowing him to reappear at the far side of the Crossroads of Hesitation. Gray's might was still insufficient; he could not entirely command the full capabilities of this Contract Object. Xilin observed the severely wounded First Seat from a distance. With a wave of his hand, accompanied by groaning sounds, the entire cliff face behind the First Seat started to crack. Masses of rock tumbled down, utterly obliterating the colossal ruins and carving off a section of the Crossroads of Hesitation. This locale was on the verge of becoming a desolate expanse, yet Xilin felt it still fell short. The First Seat emerged from the debris, only to be met by a cascade of fiery projectiles from above. The Blade of Xin Yan carved through the atmosphere with astonishing velocity, shattering the sound barrier and unleashing tremendous noise. It slammed into the ruins with devastating force, igniting a chain reaction of detonations and fiery eruptions. The resultant shockwave even propelled a streaking fireball outward, dispersing a multitude of embers in every direction. The First Seat found himself increasingly drained and exhausted; even with the Devil's boons, preserving his broken form became an arduous task. Furthermore, his own Ether had been significantly depleted through the relentless confrontations.