Endless Debt Chapter 1115 - 121: Ring of Swords_5

The Silence Sword surged forth from the bowstring.

Its rapid rotation carved a distinct spiral through the air, the disturbed airflow by its spinning edge creating vortices under the pressure of its passage.

A high, clear shriek pierced the wind, though it was quickly swallowed by the gale.

Though shattered stones fragmented the First Seat, the Devil's protection would always ensure his survival. This continued until the Silence Sword plunged into his heart, and the lethal poison from the Devil seeped into his very soul.

Mammon had granted Gray a potent poison, intended to obliterate the Seeker of Glory. The blade performed its duty, yet the one it killed was not Xilin.

The First Seat's face turned ashen, his eyes grew sunken, and his blood became corrupted. Capillaries darkened, spreading like a web across his pallid skin.

"Xilin..."

The First Seat attempted to speak, but no sound escaped his lips.

Xilin opened his clenched fist, and the First Seat's body began to contort violently. He felt a force pulling at him from every direction. In the next instant, he was like a fish torn apart by a school of sharks; his limbs grotesquely wrenched, exposing bone and spilling entrails.

The immense power pulverized flesh and blood, ripping open his chest, shattering his ribs, snapping tendons, shredding his intestines, and even yanking his head free, along with the entire spinal column, leaving jagged bone fragments dangling by strands of blood.

The dissipated force began to converge, drawing towards a central point. It was as if a minuscule singularity had formed within the remains, emitting a terrifying gravitational pull that twisted flesh and blood into a crimson sphere.

The sphere detonated, and the First Seat's blood, flesh, and bones dissolved into bloody rain, cascading into the depths of the Sea of Mist.

The scattered Sword of Confession, under Xilin's command, returned to hover behind him. It joined the other blades, forming a Ring of Swords that radiated a sharp, menacing aura.

"Thank you for your hospitality over the years, Mammon."

Xilin cast a glance at the desolate crossroads, then ascended, rushing into the mist above. Not long after Xilin vanished, the cliffs surrounding the Great Rift began to collapse inward. Continuous boulders smashed onto the desolate crossroads, bit by bit eradicating the grotesque landscape entirely.

The power of the Seeker of Glory surged from the Abyss. Bologue lifted his head, witnessing the presence emanating with a halo of sword light. Those cold, Canyin eyes met Bologue's gaze.

Xilin softly uttered a name, "Bologue Lazarus."

For the first time, a flicker of complex emotions crossed the Canyin eyes. However, before Xilin could make another move, a sound echoed from afar, seemingly originating from the heavens.

"You should leave now, Overlord."

Xilin tilted his head towards the sound, noticing that the blight and Age-Stealing Mist had slowly dissipated, revealing a sliver of the azure sky above.

Though positioned high above, the figure descended as if walking on level ground, treading upon countless whirlwinds.

Xilin remained silent, his gaze heavy as he looked at Bologue. Turning, he unleashed a cross-shaped sword light. As the light dissipated, he vanished, leaving behind only a few gravely injured individuals on the ground, sensing the profound silence that followed the destruction.

A deathly hush descended upon the Abyss above.