Endless Debt Chapter 1338 - 104: Land of Eternal Flame_4

Drawing out the Resentful Bite, spots of light shimmered across the dark sword body, twisting the surrounding space. Bologue struck forward with force, then moved boldly through the Curved Pathway Rift.

He reappeared behind a low wall, just as a new round of scorching wind swept past. Yet this time, a discordant melody floated through the deathly silent world.

A subtle trembling emanated from the ground, ash cascading down. Before Bologue could think further, a thick limb burst through the ash, smashing through the low wall, curling fiercely towards him.

"We’ve been discovered!" Aimou exclaimed in alarm, suddenly recalling another matter, "The Serenity Defense Line!"

To suppress this world’s calamities and light scourge, the Order Bureau had established the Serenity Defense Line capable of creating an Ether vacuum within the Abandoned Land.

Unlike the absolutely sealed Cultivation Room, Raymond Gaudent’s open areas, like this Ashen Plaza, were filled with abundant Ether due to the Void Realm. Yet outside, it was deathly still; Bologue’s act of slicing open the Curved Pathway Rift directly drew the attention of this world’s calamities.

"If only the seal wasn’t so tight back then."

While complaining, Bologue dodged agilely. With a fierce swing of the Vengeful Saw Axe, he sliced the entire limb in half. But immediately, the flesh at the break began to writhe violently, splitting into two, then four—spreading forth into a dense mass of tentacles like vines in an instant.

"Get back!"

Bologue shouted, his voice resonating. Ether seeped out, manifesting as a shockwave that tore through the flesh, scattering the tentacle mass.

A new wave of scorching wind was preparing to unleash, but Bologue’s counterattack had already caught the attention of the world’s calamity. The ground shook violently, like an earthquake, as massive limbs rose one by one, poised to crush Bologue. But just as they began to descend, a blinding light burst forth.

Bologue withdrew behind the low wall, holding his breath. The scorching wind burned the unprotected limbs, the flesh charring and rotting instantly. Although this world’s calamity possessed a formidable revival ability, its regeneration barely kept pace with the scorching wind, vanishing into a sky full of ash.

Without waiting for the sizzling storm to completely cease, Bologue leapt from cover and charged ahead. His thoughts were simple: to keep charging through.

Now, the light scourge’s intensity was no longer what it once was. By leveraging the Curved Pathway Rift opened with Void Shedding Sword Oil, Bologue had a good chance of bypassing the light scourge’s assault and slicing directly into the Golden Palace.

The idea was beautiful, yet as Bologue charged forward with a resolve to die, another Ether reaction appeared in his perception. He looked up in the direction of the Ether reaction to see a silhouette plummeting from the gray sky, targeting the world’s calamity.

In an instant, countless limbs rose from the ground, and at their tips, dense bone layers transformed into a forest of bone spears, attempting to tear the figure to pieces, to consume it completely.

But just as they were about to clash, an Ether reaction powerful enough to suffocate Bologue was released without restraint.

Bologue recognized that Ether reaction, from the Regent King—a Seeker of Glory’s Ether reaction.

"How could this be?"

Bologue looked up in disbelief at the unfolding scene, as an infinitely extending Shadow Blade raised a storm of ashes, slicing through all the bone spears cleanly.

The falling shadow vanished into the disintegrating meat, and suddenly, the whole world seemed to fall silent. Next, the massive flesh as amber writhed rabidly.

It seemed tired of its long slumber in this place, now almost fully awakening. The surface of its flesh swiftly proliferated grotesque tumors, which burst open, revealing eyes crimson, scanning chaotically before fixing upon a single place.

The world’s calamity stared at Bologue.

Facing such a terrifying behemoth, Bologue could not help but slow his pace. Seeing those countless eyes, he suddenly had a bizarre idea.

This chaotic and frenzied monster had regained its intelligence.

As Bologue watched, the flesh quaked violently, effortlessly shaking all of Raymond Gaudent. Countless ashes swept into the air, limbs swept across, knocking down salt pillars one after another.

Underneath the powerful seal of rapid flesh regeneration, the gradually dimming light scourge was momentarily suppressed. All flames were sealed within the resilient flesh, and then several bloody hands emerged from the piled ash, pressing heavily against the ground as if trying to lift its entire body.

Bologue heard a series of deep cracking sounds, like a building gradually pried open and torn apart by enormous strength.

Thus, the grand, colossal flesh construct lifted the burning Golden Palace bit by bit, hoisting it, prostrating within Raymond Gaudent, like a giant from myth holding up the sky.