Endless Debt Chapter 1117 - 122: Clear Skies (Part 2)

He struggled to look up, and in the hazy sunlight, he could only see a blurry figure hovering in the air.

Bologue remembered what Palmer called that person.

Fuen?

Why is Fuen here? Shouldn’t he be at the Wind Source Highlands?

Bologue suddenly realized that it seemed the Decision Room had indeed made comprehensive preparations, as if all this was a trap they set, even Xilin’s return was like this.

A chill climbed up Bologue’s spine, and the surrounding air pressure began to drop. Bologue felt some oppression in his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

The sky gradually darkened, and the clouds began to gather. Suddenly, a sudden gust of air blew from afar, carrying fine dust and sand. As the airflow gradually intensified, the wind speed increased, forming a strong wind. At this moment, the sky’s clouds became even denser, vertical clouds continuously formed, and lightning began to flash frequently, accompanied by the rumbling of thunder.

Fuen unleashed his Secret Energy to the fullest, and his Ether evenly spread across the entire area, manipulating the local air pressure and controlling the airflow.

As the weather gradually distorted, Fuen’s power also reached its peak, with the Ether reactions of the Defender flickering incessantly.

The wind speed continued to increase, and powerful downbursts began to extend from the upper atmosphere downward, intensifying the storm. Sand and dust hit his body, making it almost impossible for Bologue to open his eyes, then he clearly felt that Fuen’s power was not restrained by the Defender, he stepped forward again.

Seeker of Glory.

The storm gradually rose, swiftly whipping up dust all over the sky. Rain began to fall in drips, then turned into a torrential downpour coming like a tide. In a short time, the ground trembled, the sky turned gray and dim, suddenly, lightning and thunder intermingled, like a raging sea, the low roar from the wind carried panic and horror, instantly filling the air.

Bologue was sure he didn’t feel wrong. At this moment, Fuen’s power reached that of a Seeker of Glory. He struggled to look at Palmer, who was also shocked. Obviously, he had no idea about his father’s advancement to Seeker of Glory.

"You know what this bastard is like!" Palmer shouted at Bologue, "He didn’t even tell me about my engagement, how could I possibly know about this!"

Bologue was fed up with the Clarks’ eccentricity.

As time went on, the storm grew more violent, dense fog rose from the ground, quickly swirling up like a massive black vortex.

The fog enveloped the entire city, which became lifeless as if it had entered another world. Torrential rain poured down, and lightning illuminated the entire sky, chasing after the electric flashes, thunder echoed like a wild dancing melody.

Fuen continued to wield his power, and at this moment, he perfectly demonstrated the impact of a Seeker of Glory on the material world, like a walking Extraordinary Disaster, recklessly altering the weather.

The wind speed continued to increase to a certain extent, forming the so-called squall line, often accompanied by large-scale destruction because the squall line could sweep away everything in its path.

Bologue stood up and hugged Aimou, then pulled Palmer, the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid turned into chains, wrapping around them, extending out rivets, piercing into the ground, firmly anchoring them, while several earthen walls rose to become shelter.

The giant atmospheric dome covering the city began to move rapidly, the clouds were also quickly transforming and moving. Changes that would take tens of hours or days occurred as if time had accelerated, and under the sudden winds, they were rapidly eliminated.

As the squall line continued to advance, dense clouds poured down heavy rain like a breaking flood, the surface water quickly intensified. At the same time, thunder became more frequent, accompanied by strong lightning strikes, transmitting electric current to the ground, instantly causing tremendous damage and destruction, sparks bursting from the city’s power poles one by one.

"What is he trying to do!" Bologue shouted.

Finally, the battle was over, but Fuen stirred up the storm again, high-speed airflow almost suffocated them.

"I...I don’t know!"

Palmer shook his head vigorously. How could he understand Fuen’s mind, but in the next second, he suddenly remembered a story from a long time ago.

"The Dawn War!"

Palmer became excited, shouting while trying hard to look up, eyes on the somber clouds, along with the flash of Thunder, barely reflecting a blurry silhouette.

With Palmer’s reminder, Bologue immediately understood what Fuen wanted to do, the Clarks are the masters of wind, they can not only summon storms but also dispel clouds.

Now what Fuen wants to do is exactly what they did during the Dawn War, calling forth a storm to sweep away all the plague of decay.

As these thoughts crossed Bologue's mind, his mood shifted, prompting him to look upward involuntarily.

Simultaneously, a potent surge of airflow erupted, resembling a colossal vacuum cleaner drawing the ground fog into itself and transforming it into tempestuous whirlwinds.

The mist blanketing the city was drawn upward, coalescing into a tornado that ascended into the heavens, exhibiting intense vertical movement within the atmosphere. As it climbed, the twister engaged in a furious interaction with the surrounding air currents.

Within the flashes of lightning, the tornado carried the entirety of the plague of decay, like a colossal serpent ensnared by ferocious winds, twisting and turning wildly between the earth and sky, spiraling upward towards the firmament.

Fuen inhaled deeply. He felt akin to the ancient sages of the Clarks, treading a vast, arduous path, capable of commanding immense meteorological shifts. Yet, such profound meddling with reality exacted a heavy toll. Fortunately, the ordeal was nearing its conclusion.

The Ether within the Alchemy Matrix blazed to its entirety. Fuen was nearly transmuted into a living emblem of thunder, a vortex, one might even say he embodied the storm itself.

Secret Energy: Lord of Wind.

In a flash, the rampaging storm serpent tore skyward, breaching the cloud cover. A thunderous roar echoed between heaven and earth, and the storm serpent charged into the upper atmosphere, piercing through successive cloud layers until it reached the boundless expanse. After a brief suspension, the serpent dissolved, releasing the plague of decay from its grip, allowing it to disperse and dilute into the air.

The tempest that had ravaged the city began to recede; the thunder gradually faded, and the rain softened into a gentle drizzle.

The ascent of the plague of decay had carved a colossal circular void into the clouds, rendering the previously blurred edges exceptionally sharp. Bright sunlight streamed through the azure opening, gilding the rim of the cloud hole with a delicate golden hue.

Bologue pushed himself to his feet, leaning on Grudge Biter. From within the vast cloud opening, Fuen descended swiftly on an updraft, landing before them.

Fuen surveyed the ravaged battlefield, noting the widespread destruction. Despite the storm clearing away much of the dust, shattered walls and innumerable bodies remained visible.

Some of the fallen were from the King’s Secret Sword, others from the Order Bureau. While they confronted the First Seat, others had battled within the fog. Not everyone had been as fortunate as Palmer, nor did many possess an Undying Body like Bologue.

Considering it, their survival was remarkably robust. One was an Undead, another a fortunate soul, and the third possessed a Steel Body. In dire need, they could even conceal themselves within the Undead's form.

It was due to these extraordinary circumstances that they had endured the conflict among the Seekers of Glory.

Fuen let out a sigh, "Such a catastrophe..."

"At least it is all over now," Bologue responded.

Fuen paused, then shook his head, refuting the statement. "This is merely the beginning, Bologue."

Bologue fell into silence, comprehending Fuen's assertion. The plague of decay had been thwarted, and the First Seat had perished here, yet a far greater upheaval was just commencing.

"Xilin..."

Bologue softly uttered the revered name, tilting his head upward to allow the sunlight to warm his face, seeking to banish the pervasive chill.