Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2691: 1479: Astonishment and Sudden Enlightenment

Suddenly, the area behind Leo Ray warped with savage intensity. In the mere flash of an instant, a colossal spatial tear burst forth and widened swiftly, as though ripped open by some unseen titanic grip.

Inside the tear lay an infinite Void Space, where a mighty and unyielding pull exploded outward without delay, hauling Leo Ray with brutal force straight toward the gaping maw.

Right then, Leo Ray wasn't the only one caught; Frank, old Gary, the Stone Spirits, and the pink-hooded figure all succumbed as well, compelled to surge forward at breakneck speed into that endless abyss, their balance shattered beyond recovery.

Leo Ray knew this pull all too well; he'd felt it not long ago deep inside a space rift. And the horror lurking within this one was plain as day—a Void Space that defied the normal world, a realm where no soul could endure!

“Insignificant Human Clan ants, die! This time, let’s see how you can manage?”

The Witch Demon Leader flung away the magic scroll clutched in his grasp, his shriveled visage twisting into a macabre and horrifying sneer.

Watching as the enormous dragging force pulled Leo Ray and his allies to the very brink of the Void Space tear, a fresh wave of arrogance bloomed across the Witch Demon Leader's deathly pallid features.

This strike scroll had been crafted and sealed by the exalted one himself, meant solely for desperate hours and with but a single use allowed, yet now it promised their utter end!

Yet before the Witch Demon Leader could savor his looming success, that grin hardened into shock on his face, since Leo Ray and his companions, drawing ever closer to the gigantic rift, abruptly came to a standstill, brushing off the supreme attracting power.

From there, the team kept directing the Golem Puppets amid the fray, showing no disruption whatsoever from the mayhem of the rift at their rear!

“Damn it, what on earth is happening?”

The Witch Demon Leader's eyes bulged wide in utter incredulity at the spectacle playing out right in front of him.

Keep in mind, this enormous tear into the Void Space had the power to engulf vast armies whole; how could it fail to overpower even a mere scattering of Human Clan pests?

As the Witch Demon Leader reeled in total bewilderment, Leo Ray held steady with unflinching poise.

True, the rift at his back, overflowing with lethal emptiness, struck real terror that prickled the skin, yet before him loomed a no less deadly legion of undead and witches, seething with killing fury on all sides.

Under these dire straits, one slip could spell death in a heartbeat. Against that, the rift's infinite depths felt a touch less harrowing by far.

The secret to why our team evaded being devoured by that fierce tug lay, of course, in the Void Resistance Crystal supplied by the pink-hooded figure.

Upon approaching the tear, the Void Resistance Crystal each carried unleashed a potent pushing force, much like clashing magnets, bestowing upon our forces a unique shield that wholly blocked the rift's draw.

“Your Excellency, we owe it to your crystal.”

Sensing the bizarre tug of constant attraction met by endless resistance, Leo Ray inclined his head toward the pink-hooded figure.

“It’s nothing, I predicted they would certainly use such means.”

The pink-hooded figure spoke in a subdued tone. Then, with keen eagerness and fervor, he pressed: “Can you get me some summon scrolls to use?”

“Your true opponent is the demon; leave these trivial matters to us.”

Leo Ray turned down the suggestion and went on: “Don’t forget the real mastermind behind the scenes has yet to reveal themselves.”

“Human Clan lad, you aren’t expecting me alone to deal with that fiend, are you? That guy is a genuine demigod!”

The pink-hooded figure waved his hand in haste, rejecting outright: “I agree to assist you, but I never agreed to foolishly rush in! The power of a demigod is not a joking matter! Crushing a Tier 6 Expert is no different than crushing an ant!”

“Rest assured, I will stand alongside you as well.”

Leo Ray gave a faint nod, shifting his gaze back to the chaos of the field ahead.

By now, the opposing sides stood locked in tactical deadlock; though the enemy's Tier 6 might dominated utterly, our mounted forces had bound up a hefty chunk of their troops, driving them to mounting frustration.

Over the sprawling, shadowy expanse of battle, the Golem Puppets clashed savagely with the undead hordes. When not their slashing edges meeting in explosive sparks, they cast weapons away and hammered fists in close quarters, strewing shattered bones and vanishing scraps of Puppet limbs across the ground.

Diverging from typical warriors, neither the Golem Puppets nor the undead knew ache or exhaustion; barring total annihilation, each side pressed on without cease until the bitter end.

This sparked scenes where countless Golem Puppets and undead battled on with limbs torn away, yet doggedly unleashing fatal blows upon rivals, holding even ground in tireless fury until smashed to pieces.

Picture it: swapping in regular troops, with our numbers under Leo Ray and the vast gap in Tier 6 prowess, rout would have struck as total calamity ages ago.

What's more, setting aside standard fighters, a key distinction shone through in the lack of war shouts filling the entire field, with hardly a cry or oath breaking the air, just the thick roar of energy clashes—a raw display of strike after strike, pounding relentlessly at every listener's ears.