Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2657: 1462: Surprise and Reversal
Previously on Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong...
In the subterranean chamber filled with roaring clashes and bursts of sorcery, while Leo Ray ventured deeper into the corridor pursuing the mysterious [Stone of God], despite the rapid efforts of Sina and Loris to rally our powerhouses and restore fighting spirit, the frontline—already ravaged—teetered right on the edge of total breakdown.
To be exact, it stood merely a single step from utter disintegration.
“I’ve seen every kind of battle, faced every kind of disadvantage, and even a second-tier power couldn’t shake me, let alone you half-living folks!”
Right at the vanguard of the fray, Loris bellowed at the top of his lungs, just managing to hold the spirits of his comrades steady.
Right now, he along with the fellow melee warriors from the Rainforest Fortress Alliance nearby found themselves nearly completely isolated by the Witch Demons and Dead Spirits, forcing them into solitary combat.
This was clearly a desperate predicament, as they desperately tried to get aid from our distant attackers.
Over on the opposite flank of the chaos, Sina found herself more and more swamped. Beside her, an ever-growing number of our long-range fighters suffered grave wounds, with some crumpling to the earth, doomed to stay down forever.
Moreover, Leo Ray's relentless combatants were starting to pant heavily; plenty now sported critically diminished protective fields. The mechanical constructs commanded by Broy and the Dwarf Elves lay strewn across the battlefield. Numerous such puppets had been ripped to pieces, mauled by the savage Dead Spirits.
“Hehe, they won’t last much longer!”
From deep in the foes' ranks, the Witch Demon Vice Leader assaulted Frank with furious blows, his shriveled visage twisted in wild delight as he cackled: “Crush all these conceited ants!”
“Nonsense, we won’t give up until the Lord tips the scales of victory in our favor!”
Confronting the dominant Crown Dead Spirit, Xiao Jing labored to dodge its unyielding assaults, firing back with icy defiance.
Besides the Crown Dead Spirit, a pair of Tier 6 Witch Demons lurked amid the turmoil, launching lethal strikes that drove Xiao Jing deeper into peril. The protective field around her scarcely endured a barrage of rays from the Dead Spirits, hanging by a thread, which drained her reserves too low for Shadow Escape and prevented her from vanishing into a spatial fissure to escape.
Nevertheless, Xiao Jing clenched her jaw and pressed on, knowing full well that defeat would plunge her into prolonged unconsciousness, diminishing the Lord's might and rendering her helpless to guard him. Therefore, under no circumstances could she yield at this point!
“So pitifully battered, yet still holding out.”
Watching Xiao Jing's vulnerable form, one of the Witch Demons behind the ambush assaults jeered with scorn, brandishing his staff while mocking her, “Die for me!”
With those words from the Witch Demon, a pale, eerie ray of fatal energy erupted from the wand's end, streaking straight at Xiao Jing's torso.
In that instant, Xiao Jing—who had barely sidestepped a brutal swing from the Crown Dead Spirit—remained off-balance, as the ray closed in fast. Though she spotted the looming threat, dodging proved impossible in time.
As awareness hit her, a handful of our close-by powerhouses shouted warnings, yet they too were bogged down too severely to offer help.
The instant after, Xiao Jing sensed a sudden golden radiance blooming beneath her boots, accompanied by a soft but powerful surge rising to meet her.
Next, a sturdy silhouette dropped from overhead, casually intercepting the lethal ray headed for Xiao Jing.
“It’s you? How is this possible?”
Exhaling in relief from the close call, Xiao Jing's gaze bulged in shock upon identifying the sturdy savior who had intervened.
Standing there was none other than the Crown Dead Spirit that had almost forced her into dormancy mere seconds earlier!
Without pause after halting the strike, the Crown Dead Spirit whirled its massive blade to savagely hack at the Witch Demon behind the ambushes.
The turn unfolded so abruptly that the Witch Demon lacked even a chance to respond, getting cleaved clean through—barrier and all.
The adjacent Witch Demon, his features resembling a mummified husk, barely registered surprise before the Crown Dead Spirit bisected him at the midsection.
This astonishing shift didn't confine itself to Xiao Jing's area alone; it rippled out over the whole field of combat.
Glancing about, fully half the Dead Spirit warriors had flipped their weapons against the Witch Demons and fellow Dead Spirits, sending waves of caught-off-guard enemies tumbling down amid screams of pain.
In particular, the Dead Spirits originally acting as front-line buffers spun around to assault, throwing the Witch Demons hiding in their rear into panic, with hundreds losing their lives in confusion—their necks severed before they grasped the betrayal, bodies twisting as they hit the dirt.
Within moments, the whole scene flipped upside down. Our crumbling, scattered formations rapidly reformed and strengthened, whereas the surviving Witch Demons and other Dead Spirits began a chaotic pullback, too stunned to press their assault further.
No surprise there, as close to ten thousand Dead Spirits switched sides right in the midst of the clash, flipping our prior disadvantage into a crushing superiority in power and manpower.