He truly didn't know what he still owed.
He didn't dare stop, either; stopping would most likely get him beaten to death, and nobody dared to help him. He couldn't think of a way to deal with that Tomb Ghost on his own.
He couldn't even describe how stifled he felt.
Flying all the way to the Abyssal Rift nearby, he saw the rift and gritted his teeth, rushing directly into the Abyss.
No one dared to help outside, but inside the Abyss, there were many foolish Evil beings.
Finding some of these Evils to help hold off the Tomb Ghost for a while might also work.
If he didn't get some rest, this repeated cycle of flying escape, taking drugs, and flying escape would surely kill him from exhaustion; his spirit was about to collapse.
Rushing down the rift, he continuously dove deeper, and it wasn't long before he sensed a brightness up ahead.
Bursting through the brightness, he realized he had emerged from a rift.