Endless Debt

Staring at Nesanel, burning fiercely like the midday sun, the Duke of Conquest’s heart was consumed with dead silence and numbness. Even though he prepared himself psychologically beforehand, facing this legendary existence filled him with fear.

Who wouldn’t fear Nesanel at midday?

Be stronger, he admonished himself.

The Void Realm enveloping the Land of Secrets was operating at high speed, and the Aurora Path winding between High Towers was twisting and bending.

Several High Towers lost the energy supply from the Aurora Path, dimming completely within seconds. All Ether devices halted as if lifeless, turning into gigantic bones.

The Ether meant for the High Towers transformed into auroras, penetrating layer upon layer of buildings, descending unobstructed upon the Duke of Conquest.

In an instant, the Duke of Conquest seemed to be bathing in a Light Forged waterfall. Pure Ether adjusted by the Void Realm fervently washed over his body, sweeping away pain, bringing strength, and shaking those solid barriers to allow the Duke of Conquest to temporarily break through Tier limitations.

Seeker of Glory.

"Oh? Is this what you rely on?"

The changes in the Duke of Conquest did not bring much surprise to Nesanel. With a simple glance, he easily discerned the enhanced power.

The Aurora Path diverted the power meant for the city to the Duke of Conquest, indeed raising his Ether intensity to the level of a Seeker of Glory. But his Secret Energy attributes remained within the Defender spectrum.

"Not quite everything."

The Duke of Conquest responded quietly, Ether twisting his flesh, the skin becoming hard scale armor, his body swelling and transforming, sprouting claws and fangs.

The gradually angry heart overcame fear. The Duke of Conquest knew that from the moment the Ancestral Council made the decision, there was no turning back. Live or die, within the Condenser-dominated power ideology, it had always been so.

Nesanel observed it all coldly and said calmly, "I am very disappointed in you."

"I can understand, it’s hard for anyone to tolerate the existence of traitors."

Another Ether reaction surged from the ground, and Nesanel turned his head. On the other side, in the radiant aurora, crimson eyes opened.

Jos, wrapped in a black robe, stood with Night Race members whose eyes were similarly crimson. Within the Land of Secrets, High Towers extinguished one after another, while streams of Aurora Power were injected into these Night Race members, forcibly upgrading their Ether intensity. Several Defenders swiftly ascended to Seekers of Glory.

"Night Race?"

Nesanel gazed into Jos’s crimson eyes and unexpectedly laughed, then shook his head, "No, I wasn’t referring to the betrayal part."

"Actually, I’ve never been good at politics or diplomacy, those pretentious, conspiracy-ridden things. They really irritate me."

As Nesanel spoke, he flexed his hands, scorching heat twining around his fingertips.

"I am disappointed that if you chose to honestly oppose me, I would gladly accept your challenge rather than waste my time and effort on this ridiculous trap."

Before the words were fully spoken, Nesanel disappeared from where he stood—not vanished into thin air, but moved so fast that the naked eye couldn’t catch him.

Jos only felt a scorching heat swoosh past his face. When he belatedly reacted, his robe and body surface were already burnt, and patches of black scorched flesh emerged on his festering skin.

Everyone acted on instinct, multiple Seekers of Glory and Defenders’ Ether reactions erupted and rose here, like numerous storms swirling simultaneously within a confined canyon.

Many supernatural phenomena surfaced in the surge of Ether: lightning, frost, flames, even the stability of space began to warp, bizarre sharp wails echoing in everyone’s ears.

"Attack!"

Jos roared frantically, having located Nesanel nearby.

The body emitting deadly heat was tightly gripping the head of a Night Race member, whose Ether reaction quickly subsided, engulfed in flames. Clothes, skin, hair—for an instant—vanished, leaving thick charcoal wrapped around the hunched body.

His screams persisted for only a moment before abruptly ceasing, his entire head turned into a blazing fireball, which Nesanel lightly grasped and crushed into powder, scattering as ash.

The Ether reaction before the Night Race’s death lingered on the battlefield, allowing people to vaguely discern the Defender Tier’s Ether fluctuations. Stripped of the Aurora Power’s enhancement, Nesanel just killed a Negative Power User in the blink of an eye.

"What are you standing around for!" Jos angrily shouted at the Duke of Conquest.

Only then did the Duke of Conquest snap back to reality, gritting his teeth as he gathered Ether to manipulate the Ether Furnace located at the other end of the battlefield. This furnace powered the entire city and was the source of the Aurora Path.

Within the furnace, the Ethereal Vortex Point spun rapidly, acting like the core of a whirlpool, pulling Ether from all directions into the center.

By now, most High Towers within the Land of Secrets had extinguished, and half of the Ether swarmed in, raising the Ether concentration section by section, surpassing the limit and exceeding the peak within seconds.

When Nesanel sensed the Duke of Conquest’s intent, condensed scorching Ether hurtled toward the Duke like a Fire Meteor. Everything in its path was effortlessly incinerated and melted. Even with the support of Aurora Power, the Duke would be severely injured by this blow, as the intense and violent Ether would easily pierce his defenses.

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