Endless Debt

Chapter 1525 - 70: The Protracted Death_2

The speed of the punch effortlessly broke through the sound barrier, and amid the rumbling echoes, Bologue felt as if a cannonball was rushing directly at his face.No way to dodge!

The distance between the two was too short, and the speed was so fast, Bologue realized he couldn’t block or evade the strike, he could only tightly grip the hand axe and swing it from the side with all his might.

His head would be blown apart by the Speaker, but likewise, through the inertia of his body, the Vengeful Saw Axe would also hit the Speaker’s body. This time, he should need at least a dozen seconds to recover, hoping Holt would cover this vacuum period to prevent his body from further destruction, thereby delaying resurrection.

Numerous thoughts flashed through Bologue’s mind, the Power of the Extreme Realm amplified, making the Vengeful Saw Axe slash out a scarlet shadow.

The axe blade embedded into the Speaker’s waist and abdomen from the side, and the intersecting sawtooth edges, like a constantly opening and closing mouthpiece, began the ravenous feast at the moment of hitting the flesh, squeezing out fresh blood and meat.

As for the heavy fist that tried to smash Bologue’s head, it lingered in front of Bologue’s eyes, even carrying the Thousand Jin Power, it couldn’t advance an inch further.

Amber encased it.

"Well done!"

Bologue roared, closing in with one hand gripping the handle tightly, making the Vengeful Saw Axe cling to the Speaker, while the other hand formed a fist, smashing a heavy punch towards the Speaker’s face.

Like a street brawl, taking advantage of the few seconds of delay caused by the amber, Bologue repeatedly swung heavy punches, each roar accompanied by a low mournful sound, along with the cracking of bones, resonating endlessly.

In the blink of an eye, the Speaker’s face was unrecognizable, the flesh and blood flowing continuously from the cracked wounds.

Amidst the filth, the turbid eyes stared directly at Bologue, as if an invisible sharp knife penetrated through sight, a severe pain surged from Bologue’s eyes, as if seared and blinded with a hot iron, plunging Bologue’s vision into absolute darkness.

"Next is... the Commanding School."

A stuttering voice came from the Speaker’s throat, accompanied by the withering of another Fantasy Species, his illusion once again became reality.

Bologue’s body froze completely, unable to move, and then Bologue felt his gravity increase by dozens, hundreds of times, the entire person crashing heavily to the ground, clinging to the surface, no matter how much struggle, he couldn’t stand up a bit, even the sound of bones fracturing under the excessive effort could be heard.

It was as if an invisible giant hand pressed down on Bologue, the internal organs deformed and displaced by pressure, fresh blood gushing from the wounds like a squeezed fresh fruit.

"Hahaha, now how does it feel!"

The Speaker taunted wantonly, for the sake of eternal life, he never abused the power of the Fantasy Species, but now, to resist a formidable enemy, there was nothing to care about anymore.

"Is this the feeling of a Celestial God?"

The Speaker slowly clenched his fist, the power projected onto Bologue, his limbs twisted, like compressed garbage, the body gradually contorted into a grotesque posture.

In the pool of blood, Bologue laughed incessantly, the brilliance of the Seeker of Glory flickering behind him.

Just as the Speaker looked up at Holt, a Curved Pathway Rift bloomed before his eyes, a massive amount of Ether surged towards the newcomer, but they stalled at the start.

Grudge Bite pierced through the darkness, penetrated the Speaker’s throat, Holt forcefully pulled the blade, splitting the Speaker’s chest open, bones neat and broken, blood splattering, then froze in mid-air.

Rate distortion!

Holt’s Ether burrowed into the Speaker’s body along the wound, speeding differently through each blood vessel, each muscle fibre, even the lung contraction from breathing would cause a massive collapse of organs and flesh, let alone under this sword wound, a pure black line gradually emerged.

A Curved Pathway Rift bloomed on the Speaker’s chest.

Metal slashes could only sever flesh and blood on the physical plane, but with the Curved Pathway Rift, Holt would completely split the Speaker dimensionally.

Lying on the ground, Bologue admired Holt’s power, under the full release of the Seeker of Glory, the Void Shedding Sword Oil on Grudge Bite completely volatilized, forming a layer of glazed, mesmerizing colour on the blade’s surface.

The wounds were horrific, yet they couldn’t kill the Speaker, as long as in this Earthly Celestial Kingdom, and as long as there were Fantasy Species, he was an inextinguishable existence.

However... just...

The Speaker could clearly feel Holt’s Ether rampaging within his body, his intention was obvious, attempting to breach his Rectangular Soul Critical, rendering himself completely powerless, thus preventing time reversal.

The Speaker roared unwillingly, "Again!"

As soon as the words fell, the ripples of time spread from the Speaker as the origin, relentlessly towards all directions, vast and mighty.

Seeing the Speaker about to restart the battle, Holt decisively retreated, trying to return outside the doors of the Nest Core along the Curved Pathway Rift behind him, avoiding being devoured by the time ripples, but at this moment the Speaker laboriously stretched out his hand, Ether surged forth, doubling Holt’s gravity.

As long as Holt’s memory is reset, the Speaker can regain an advantage in the ensuing battle, he was about to grab Holt, but at this moment, another copper-coloured ripple rose, colliding with the time ripple he had unleashed.