Endless Debt Chapter 695 - 198: Refraction of the Soul_4

Bai Ou spared no effort, lunging towards Bologue, his jet-black robe covering his body, transforming him into a ghostly Death God.

The cold silver-white Iron Armor stepped forward, carrying the thunder of Ether, like the blazing sun, like Thunder, like fleeting light and shadow.

Swords and blades met!

With the sound of immense metal clashing, arcs of lightning were instantly torn apart, Ether-gathered waves of air surged and rolled, the forces of Injury of Bliss and Flame of the Cauldron intertwined, endless pain like two sharp Iron Needles piercing the brain tissue from the temples. Bologue immediately felt a throbbing pain spread through his limbs and meridians, his chest swelling with turmoil, as if relentlessly hammered by a thousand-pound Heavy Hammer.

Bai Ou’s laughter was cut by the Flame-shaped Sword, countless swirling blades instantly sliced dense wounds on his skin, flesh was chopped into a pulp, bursting into a mist of blood, blooming from under Bai Ou’s black robe, countless threads of blood instantly staining the surrounding walls and floor red.

"How beautiful it is!"

Bai Ou shouted, relishing the moment.

Bologue gritted his teeth and advanced, the Ether gap between him and Bai Ou was too vast, yet to seize victory, he was willing to risk a try.

The Iron Armor fell off his body, Bologue’s speed further increased, he began to blur and become elusive, amid arcs of lightning and iron fragments, he was like a broken bolt of lightning, like a flag fluttering in a storm.

The thunderstorm struck.

Bologue took the upper hand, with each step he shattered large areas, this was no longer a battle with Bai Ou, but a predatory attack, a hunt like a falcon.

The lightning-forged figure was constantly in a state of high-speed flickering, excessive Ether spilled out of the Alchemy Matrix, arcs and sparks danced perpetually at the body’s outline, resembling a humanoid Thunder in motion, dodging all the blades Bai Ou swung effortlessly, and counterattacking.

This was not Bologue’s limit, like a low-frame-rate film, one moment he was above Bai Ou, the next he appeared below, a massive sword scar tore through Bai Ou’s chest belatedly.

At this moment Bologue seemed to have broken through the limitations of space, wherever he wanted to go, it only took a single frame of time.

Continuous explosions rose beside Bai Ou, not explosions but Bologue’s rapid slashes, the spreading blood mist was blown flat by howling winds, pulling out crimson trails like silk.

Bologue was like an efficient meat grinder, tirelessly piercing, slashing, flashing and turning around Bai Ou, like a deadly Short Dagger, precisely cutting open Bai Ou’s body, Bai Ou seemingly had little intent to resist, his rampant laughter ceaseless, as if he greatly enjoyed Bologue’s torment.

Scalding fresh blood oozed out from Bai Ou’s body riddled with holes, almost drained, pooling into a shallow puddle beneath.

Thunder appeared behind Bai Ou, cutting down directly.

The headless shattered corpse fell straight down, soaking in the blood-filled ground.

Bologue’s speed finally slowed, he leaned against the corner, emitting deep gasps from his throat, he tried hard to avoid Bai Ou’s attacks, yet the curse-like Secret Energy still affected him somewhat, extreme pain lingered in his mind, as if Bologue was enduring some kind of forbidden punishment.

He initially thought Bai Ou’s Secret Energy was triggered by wounds, now it seemed not to be the case, even if Bai Ou didn’t directly inflict physical harm on him, this Spiritual Attack would still reach the mind, but its intensity was significantly weaker than direct physical attacks.

A vast silence covered the ruins, followed by a dense drumbeat shattering the quiet, as if two monsters were resurrecting underground, the drumbeat grew ever louder until they stood up again.

Ether whistled, arcs and sparks flew, the two figures collided once more, like mortal enemies with blood feud, vowing to deliver the most fatal blow to each other.