Endless Debt Chapter 1367 - 113: Shadows of the Past

The uninvited guest shattered the wall with a heavy aura of death, unleashing the mad roar power from the Devil without restraint. The chaotic air currents surged toward all directions like an impending storm.

Saqin stared at it in terror, noticing the ether reaction rivaling that of a Seeker of Glory continuously emanating from its body. From the depths of its writhing mouthparts, a dark tar seemed to churn, emitting a smell of concentrated, pungent stench.

Even if Saqin was not as knowledgeable as Hill, he instantly identified the being’s identity as this world’s calamity. After all, possessing such a bizarre form, immense power, and the devil’s power, only those who completely devoted themselves to the Devil could gain such power.

"Damn it, this creature has the ability to tear through trajectories!"

Saqin steadied himself, watching as the monster’s endless arms gradually tore open the trajectory, allowing its bloated and massive body to fill the entire space.

With the ability to tear through trajectories, it silently infiltrated the depths of the Golden Palace, aiming for Raymond Gaudent’s supreme existence... Upon this thought, Saqin’s gaze filled with horror, momentarily forgetting his previous conflicts with Hill, he instead shouted.

"Run! Hill, it’s after you!"

Facing Saqin’s shout, Hill shook his head with his back to him. His voice was deep but still clearly reached Saqin’s ears through the storm.

"No, it’s not after me."

Hill raised his head to look at the monster gradually revealing its complete form.

This worm-like monster, enormous and complex, was covered in a layer of pale, dull skin without any sign of life. Instead, it emitted an eerie and spine-chilling smoothness, but when you touched its surface, you would feel a sticky and nauseating sensation, as if it were coated with an invisible mucus.

The middle section of the monster’s body was tightly bound to countless helpless and wailing humans, their bodies integrated with the monster, unable to escape on their own, continuously emitting sounds of lament and breakdown, like a grand tragic song.

As the monster wriggled, countless arms dragged along like centipede legs with its movement. The arms crisscrossed the body, extending overwhelmingly, continuously waving as if trying to escape this endless torment.

"Please forgive my abrupt arrival," a sinister voice suddenly sounded, "I was merely curious about what you are plotting."

The voices came from the countless faces on the monster’s body, one after another they spoke, their hollow gazes uniformly fixed on Hill.

"Disturbing others’ affairs always brings such excitement."

The laughter of Mammon was so piercing, like nails scraping across a chalkboard.

His servant, his worldly calamity, also began to stir again.

The Throat of the Abyss forcefully twisted its body, opening that pitch-black, abyss-like mouth on its blank face. Inside the cavity, apart from the rows of sharp teeth, there was only pure darkness.

It seemed the Throat of the Abyss’ mouth didn’t lead to its stomach but to another even more bizarre space, like a black hole devouring everything, exuding an evil and terrifying aura. Anyone who steps into it never returns.

Hill faced the Throat of the Abyss, his expression unchanged from beginning to end, he leisurely put on that exquisite mask, covering his face.

King Solomon, with his back to everyone, in a place unseen by Saqin and Suzi, let the black tar slowly seep from the cracks in his mask, not dripping but instead slowly absorbing into King Solomon’s body, as if he became the vessel for these eerie substances.

In the next moment, King Solomon’s own ether strength also surged, breaking through layer upon layer of thresholds, revealing his original form.

Saqin struggled to reach Suzi’s side, tightly holding her. In this vast space, they had no place to hide and could only watch King Solomon confront the Throat of the Abyss from afar.

"Seeker of Glory?"

Feeling the power emanating from King Solomon, Saqin couldn’t help but exclaim.

Over the years, King Solomon had not only been secretly researching the New World Plan but also underwent a series of advancements and ascension, ultimately reaching the First Stage of being a Seeker of Glory.

No... that’s not enough.

King Solomon was a scholar, not a warrior. Furthermore, even if he mastered the power of a Seeker of Glory, the opponent he faced was no equal rival but a worldly calamity.

The Throat of the Abyss exhaled turbid air, dark currents spewing forth, carrying the energy of ruin and despair, the rolling black smoke completely enveloping King Solomon.

Within the black mist, crackling sounds of electricity and long, mournful wails could be heard. The Throat of the Abyss continued to twist its body, charging into the black mist, recklessly, with its terrifying mouthparts repeatedly capturing and swallowing, trying to consume King Solomon.

Saqin couldn’t see the specifics of the battle, some of the black mist slowly drifted over. At the moment of contact, Saqin was immediately plunged into surreal and evil visions, the dark aura filled his senses, leaving no escape from despair and terror.

"Ha... Ha..."

The heavy breathing sounds came continuously. Saqin was bound by this enormous and disgusting monster, becoming a part of its evil movement. In bizarre hallucinations, he felt he had completely lost freedom and hope, unable to escape its nauseating and excruciating grasp, doomed to sink in darkness and evil.