Endless Debt Chapter 1357 - 110: No Death, No Rest

At the ends of the spiral staircase, the duelists were already in place, waiting for the piercing whistle to sound, so they could roar towards each other, swinging their swords to the death.

"Can you feel it?"

Listening to that familiar voice, Bologue nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on the abominable thing at the bottom of the staircase.

"I can feel it; he is enveloped in the same aura as a devil."

Bologue stood high above, scrutinizing Yidir, who had forced his way through the breach. He had completely lost his original human form, his body covered by layers of grotesque flesh, the outermost layer starting to harden until it became a sturdy bone armor, as hard as iron.

The angles protruded sharply, and the lines stretched out like flowing clouds, between the seams of the pale bone armor, scarlet flesh could be seen slowly writhing. With his every movement, thick blood-colored steam was released from within, seemingly floating with countless tiny particles of flesh. As they landed on surfaces, they rapidly proliferated, soon forming thick layers of fleshy carpet.

Just like the Blood and Flesh Plague Bologue had seen, listed as an Extraordinary Disaster, the terrifying corrosive power brought by flesh easily pierced through the crystal floor beneath, creating pits and hollows, while the flesh covering extended countless dark and web-like venous vessels.

Yidir stepped forward, and the flesh fungus carpet advanced with him, like a manifestation of an Extraordinary Disaster, armed with the will of Beelzebub, to kill the enemy in this place.

"Is this the price for wielding the Devil’s Power?"

Bologue muttered to himself; he could sense that Yidir still retained some reason, but it was merely a flicker in the wind.

Now, Yidir was completely twisted and transformed by that Forbidden Power, his Ether reaction still that of a Third Stage Negative Power User, yet this power brought additional feelings of sinister frenzy.

As if that power was independent of Yidir himself.

Yidir struggled to raise his head, seemingly looking at Bologue, his now fully mutated mouth gaped open, trying to say something, yet could only produce mournful howls, along with the faint sound of his forked tongue swaying in the air.

"Did you see anything in his throat?"

Bologue suddenly asked Aimou; Aimou clearly wouldn’t pay attention to such things at this time; she retorted, "What’s wrong?"

"In his throat... there seems to be something."

Just as Bologue’s voice fell, Yidir’s cries suddenly became sharply intense, like the ringing of a beaten gong.

His twisted body arched, then sprang up like a cannonball, rushing straight at Bologue, his arms extending sharp bone claws, swiftly slicing through the air, producing a series of wheezing sounds.

Bologue did not rush to attack; this was the first time he faced an enemy wielding the Devil’s Power. With the intensification of the conflicts among the devils, more and more twisted things would emerge one by one. Bologue regarded this battle as a warm-up, in preparation for more insane battles in the future.

The Alchemy Matrix roared into operation, and the Ether instantly ignited.

Secret Energy·Commanding Decree!

The endlessly splitting delicate steel needles of Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid whirled around in flight. Under Bologue’s will, they drew deadly arcs in the air.

Then, forward they rushed like a torrent, their speed astonishing, showering Yidir like a storm, flashes and sounds pervading momentarily.

The steel needles targeted Yidir’s bone armor, constructing precise and deadly attack lines, intersecting completely with the armor, continuously scratching and piercing, producing the sound of tearing flesh, hacked meat startlingly red, blood flying, like red brushes painting in the air.

Yidir crashed into the metal storm, landing heavily in the middle of the spiral staircase, his whole body a bloody mess, shattered bone armor entangled with decaying flesh, the remaining armor now riddled with holes.

Bologue snapped his fingers, the sound like a signal, awakening the countless steel needles embedded in Yidir’s body.

At first, sparks surged from within the flesh, flames connecting together, instantly enveloping Yidir, turning him into a blazing fireball. But this wasn’t the end; the truly deadly part came with the subsequent explosion.

Each steel needle embedded within his body was akin to a detonating fuse capable of blasting rocks, carrying a certain amount of Red Mercury. When they were collectively triggered, the blurred silhouette in the flames further distorted, shattered along with the explosive sound, fragments of bones and flesh flew, large chunks of viscera slammed against the walls, daubing it in crimson.

Even after the explosion, smoke swirled around; Bologue did not relax his vigilance. Like an orchestra conductor, the sword axe in his hand was his baton. Under Bologue’s command, more steel needles split out from the explosion site, weaving around and sometimes shooting into it at high speed.

The smoke obscured Bologue’s view, but he could determine Yidir’s condition from the feedback of the steel needles hitting the target.

Dinging sounds came from within.

Bologue resorted to the same trick, the steel needles interspersed, Blazing Scale Burst, consecutive explosive impacts dispersed the smoke, showing Yidir’s body already in a sorry state, each explosion like a heavy punch, brutally pounding him, knocking him back and forth, yet he simply would not fall.