Chapter 1655 - 125: Eternal War_4

As they were about to reach Serey, the tar was blocked by Sai Zong’s protective barrier, flowing past him with a hissing corrosive sound.

"What are we waiting for? Sai Zong, let’s solve the problem once and for all."

The man’s body was lifted high by the piled tar, his human form completely disappearing, leaving only those brilliant eyes embedded in the mutated mass of mud.

"Damn, is this going to war with the Devil? Is it really possible?"

Serey suppressed the urge to vomit and came behind Sai Zong. In his understanding, there had never been an example of fighting with the Devil. To be precise, in the eyes of many Debtors, there was no option to fight with the Devil.

These beings beyond common sense, regardless of their Original Sin, always maintained an absolutely supreme posture, never directly interfering with the mortal world.

Oh, this isn’t the mortal world; it’s the Ethereal Realm.

Even if Serey was ignorant and slow, he realized that within this Ethereal Realm, the Devils no longer had to endure the restrictions, and their power would be fully unleashed.

Indeed, as long as you live long enough, you’ll encounter all sorts of deadly situations.

Serey could only look at Sai Zong with hope. In this situation, even a powerful Seeker of Glory was just another expendable number. The only one who could turn the tide was Sai Zong, who was an equivalent existence to the man.

Suddenly, a sticky sound kept echoing, like some viscous substance flowing, churning, and then Serey saw it.

The corpses that had fallen into the Ethereal Realm due to the collapse of reality were covered by the black tar. These evil, sticky liquids seemed to possess Life Force, slowly creeping into the wounds, mouths, noses, ears, and eyes of the bodies.

The corpses that should have been dead began to tremble violently, struggling like drowning people, until they astonishingly stood up again. Their shattered bodies were forcibly pieced together by the tar, transforming into grotesque mutations, and the once flowing deadly wounds no longer bled red but oozed with dark, deep tar.

Serey almost vomited.

These corpses were given new life, their movements stiff and mechanical, like ghosts rising from Hell, wobbling forward, marching like the undead, blindly wandering.

Their bodies covered by the viscous tar, like layers of heavy black Armor, their faces indistinguishable, Night Race, Heartless, Bloodfolk—all the corpses caught within were summoned by the Devil at this moment, then bound together to form a terrifying and disfigured whole.

"Sai Zong... what is this?"

Serey gazed nervously at the slowly rising figure, his voice trembling.

He attempted to deploy Secret Energy, further destroying the manipulated corpses, but the clusters of crystals dissolved the instant they formed, rapidly corroded by the tar. Even the flowing Ether vanished as if cast into the void.

It was an unrecognizable eerie entity, as though a monster emerging from the Hell Abyss. Countless corpses were disassembled, innumerable arms glued by tar, each hand gripping various weapons, and similarly, the tar enveloped countless feet, bent like twisted branches, strong and ugly.

A thousand hands and feet, a thousand eyes and heads.

"It’s nothing, just a manifestation of the Devil’s evil essence."

At this point, Sai Zong oddly found the heart to joke with Serey, "Do you want to see mine?"

As he spoke, black liquid oozed from the corner of his mouth, searing across his skin with a sharp, corrosive sound.

Serey held his breath, originally thinking that confronting the Night King was the climax of the day. But now it seemed, this didn’t even count as an appetizer.

Sai Zong said, "Serey, go and play the role you are supposed to?"

Serey paused, turned his head toward the approaching monster. It was gigantic, like a small mountain. Without the limbs attacking, merely the tar’s corrosion could kill most living things.

Horrific sounds of slaughter came from all directions. Serey suddenly realized that the tar rolled not only in front of him but was also spreading everywhere, as more and more corpses stood up again, battling the similarly dragged Undead into the Ethereal Realm, endlessly.

Serey knew that every member of the Undying Club was a heinous villain, including himself. But thinking about how these guys had just woken from a long slumber only to be thrown into this desperate battlefield by Sai Zong, he couldn’t help but feel empathy for their miserable fate.

"Alright, I understand."

Serey took a deep breath. The atmosphere had reached such a level that he knew there was nowhere to hide, not to mention that Sai Zong was overseeing the battle.

Some things had dragged on for too long. It was time to end it all.

Serey stepped past Sai Zong, an unwavering determination in his eyes, walking toward the colossal beast. His mind was unexpectedly calm, not thinking of anything chaotic, not even Aisha or Olivia.

Sai Zong caught Serey by the arm, puzzled, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Doing what?" Serey seemed even more puzzled, pointing at the monster. "Of course, I’m going to kill that bastard!"

This time, it was Sai Zong’s turn to be momentarily stunned, his face showing an amused expression, "No, Serey, I wasn’t referring to it."

"Ah? Then what is it!"

Serey was about to scream. He wanted to complain to Sai Zong, to tell him what kind of courage it took to take this step.