Endless Debt Chapter 1356 - 109: Extraordinary War_4

Secret Energy·Mirror Realm Duel.

Storm Thunder struck the Regent King, battering him until he was covered in wounds, as the Regent King also grabbed hold of Fuen. Their figures began to twist and then vanished into the endless storm.

"Heavens... Oh my God... These people have gone mad."

Hiding in a corner, Yidir watched the battle among the Seekers of Glory from afar. It was like a mythical battlefield, and even a slight aftermath could wipe out his life.

"Mad, completely mad."

Yidir muttered to himself in terror, seeing from afar as the Regent King disappeared with Fuen. The gathered storm of thunder lost its focus, rampaging between the cliffs, yet soon their figures reappeared, collided, and reappeared, repeating this process.

He no longer wanted to watch the duel of these madmen, focusing only on complaining while searching for a way to survive.

First, there was the resurrection of the Beast of the Herd, light blazing and burning as the Golden Palace was uprooted, and now the Seekers of Glory were facing off against each other...

The intensity of the battles here had almost reached that of an Extraordinary war.

"I shouldn’t have listened to Hammer’s words, I shouldn’t have come here."

Yidir carefully crawled forward. Compared to this horrific battle, he was as insignificant as an ant. At this moment, his mind was filled only with the thought of survival, as for the punishment afterward? That’s not something Yidir was considering.

Back then, it was to survive that he chose the Sect of Corruption, becoming a Calamity Servant who cultivated plagues using his body. Compared to his life, nothing was more important.

"Yidir."

Suddenly, a voice sounded. Yidir turned cautiously, but he saw nothing. He thought he was hearing things, but then the distant voice sounded again.

From beneath his feet.

Yidir looked down, and at some point, blood had silently and imperceptibly flowed from his wounds, pooling into a shallow blood pool beneath him.

In the mirror of blood, what was reflected was not Yidir’s figure, but that of a woman.

She extended a hand towards Yidir, then that hand pressed onto the surface of the blood mirror, causing the entire mirror to bulge until she broke through the boundary between reality and illusion, reaching out and grasping Yidir’s throat.

"No... no..."

Yidir shook his head vigorously, but under her will, his personal thoughts were meaningless.

Immediately, Yidir was dragged into the blood pool, the warm blood soaking over his body. When he saw his surroundings clearly, he realized he had left the Abandoned Land and arrived in a Flesh Cave.

Beelzebub cradled Yidir like a baby across her legs.

"My dear child, I will accompany you."

In Yidir’s fearful gaze, Beelzebub extended a finger and pried open his mouth, her blood-stained finger slowly probing into Yidir’s throat, continually excavating, as if searching along the throat to seize his heart.

"Here, I grant you..."

Those were the last words Yidir heard before his consciousness slipped into an endless stupor. He felt countless bugs crawling within himself, as if the Blood and Flesh Plague hidden within him had lost control, devouring himself, gnawing at his bones and organs.

Pain, endless pain.

Yidir longed for release, but as soon as the thought arose, it was suppressed by his absolute will to survive.

He wanted to live, to survive.

For this, Yidir opened his eyes, finding himself no longer in a Flesh Cave or in the Abandoned Land. He was in a space filled with crystalline walls, behind him was a collapsed wall, burning radiance and spreading flesh were clearly visible.

Looking down at his feet, the crystal ground reflected a hideous figure, a monster’s body covered in deformed flesh. They hung like massive beehives, then there were bone spurs piercing the torso, exposed internal organs...

Yidir was at a loss to describe what sort of monster it was; it seemed like some random assemblage of flesh and organs.

Seconds later, Yidir belatedly realized that it seemed to be himself.

The sound of footsteps approached from ahead, and Yidir looked forward, seeing staircases intertwining at the end of this double spiral, with an armored Knight waiting for him.

Meanwhile, in the deep Ethereal Realm, Sai Zong watched Beelzebub walking from the Icefield, unwaveringly blocking her path.

"This way is closed."

Sai Zong said.

Beelzebub remained silent, her pace unrestrained, increasingly quickening into a swarm of shadows rushing forward.