Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2699: 1483: True Face and Sense of Powerlessness (Part 2)

While the strikes coming from both flanks got effortlessly countered by the foe, the figure cloaked in the pink hood had already closed the distance to just several dozen meters from the enemy, finishing the spell in record time.

“Space Judgment Blade!”

The pink-hooded figure lifted their wand skyward, a tremendous surge of power swirling around them.

Centered on the wand, a translucent gray colossal blade, stretching five or six meters long, swiftly materialized in the air. With the vigorous sweep from the pink-hooded figure, it hurtled directly at the adversary’s crimson-glowing eyes.

Right then, the gray colossal blade warped and fractured the surrounding space, producing a truly breathtaking spectacle. Especially notable on the blade’s surface was a subtle layer of golden energy shining faintly—the very Power of Divine Grace that Leo Ray had bestowed.

Seeing this unfold, the rest of their allies, who had been flung aside, stared wide-eyed in thrilled awe. From the sword’s imposing presence, it seemed capable of slicing a stronghold right down the middle!

“You insignificant pink pests, daring to flaunt your pathetic tricks!”

A deeply scornful huff resounded from the enormous dark silhouette. As the huge form twitched a bit, it abruptly thrust out a towering black form, matching the blade’s size—like an immense black scimitar—to clash straight into the pink-hooded figure’s colossal sword.

The foe’s abrupt action forced the pink-hooded figure to clench their jaw and prepare for the clash.

Boom!

The pair of massive blades smashed together in the sky, unleashing a thunderous blast and unleashing a shockwave strong enough to topple a massive wyrm.

As the impact echoed, Leo Ray clearly observed that initially, the pink-hooded figure’s colossal sword held its ground against the enemy’s huge scimitar. Yet in the next instant, things shifted dramatically.

The enemy surprisingly unleashed a second matching colossal blade from the shadows, chopping down with savage force again.

Crack!

Beneath the dual assault of the two colossal blades, the pink-hooded figure’s sword shattered right away and quickly faded into nothingness.

Murderous intent exploded from the gloom as the enemy’s colossal blades pressed on without pause. They crossed paths, forming a deadly X-shaped path, still roaring toward the small frame of the pink-hooded figure.

“Void Shield!”

In desperation, a shimmering spatial wall reappeared in front of the pink-hooded figure, striving to halt the enemy’s advance.

Still, the rushed spatial wall couldn’t withstand the enemy’s twin colossal blades, and it crumbled shortly after, exposing the pink-hooded figure’s form once more.

Boom!

Now, both colossal blades slammed into the energy shield enveloping the pink-hooded figure at the same time, hurling them backward with explosive force.

The onlookers nearby wore expressions of utter frustration. They hadn’t anticipated that even this strike would be so readily repelled by the foe.

At that precise moment, Leo Ray spotted the pink-hooded figure’s energy shield fracturing, reverting to scattered energy motes in the air.

As the pink-hooded figure’s body tumbled downward like a battered pouch, Leo Ray, having steadied himself, erupted in a flash of violet glow once more, catching her in his arms just shy of the earth.

In the haste, Leo Ray realized the pink hood concealing the figure’s face had fallen away, unveiling a refined yet ashen face, complete with elongated pointed ears. Those traits made the figure’s heritage obvious at a glance.

“So it’s a woman from the Elf Tribe, lacking any golden dust decorations—not a Light Elf, skin not gray—so not a Dark Elf; perhaps a Forest Elf?”

“And that raspy tone from before was clearly faked; based on her slim build alone, she’s no burly male, and she doesn’t match the stocky Dwarves either.”

With that realization hitting him, Leo Ray gave a small nod and promptly questioned the pink-hooded figure cradled in his hold: “Are you alright?”

“It’s nothing, just some minor injuries.”

Her voice rang out clear and bright, the pink-hooded figure dropping any pretense now. She brushed the blood from her lips and leaped free from Leo Ray’s grasp.

Her pale features showed a touch of chagrin, understandably so—she was a revered half-step Tier 7 powerhouse, after all, and being carried like that couldn’t help but feel awkward.

All the same, she and Leo Ray both knew that facing this formidable adversary in a desperate fight, such trivialities had to wait.

The moment the pink-hooded figure’s feet hit the soil, the massive black shadow’s assault renewed against her.

Innumerable thin tendrils burst from the shadows, bearing deadly force from every angle.

“Human Clan youth, let me handle it!”

As the pink-hooded figure moved to shove Leo Ray away, she sensed the area around him warping, and he disappeared from view.

The pink-hooded figure recognized this move well—it was the enemy’s spatial pull.

“These tendrils were merely a feint after all!”

With little option, the pink-hooded figure dodged the enemy’s strike first, unable to worry about the spatially yanked Leo Ray. He experienced the space around him blurring, and when it settled, he stood perilously near the massive black shadow.

From this range, under the constant glow of golden orbs, Leo Ray at last discerned the enemy’s true form.

The enemy’s enormous frame was wrapped entirely in those dark, wiry tendrils, twisting and undulating ominously in the air, utterly horrifying.

Encircling the enemy’s vast body were what looked like four pairs of curved massive limbs like ancient trees. Up front loomed two blades spanning tens of meters—the exact tools that had repelled the pink-hooded figure earlier.

Thus, the enemy’s shape was unmistakable: a gigantic spider shrouded in roots, its forward blades serving as enormous chelicerae!

“No surprise there are so many blood-red eyes crowning its head; what a gruesome display.”

Leo Ray looked up at the towering black entity, its myriad roots flailing wildly overhead, a chill sweat beading on his spine.

From old tomes, Leo Ray had long understood that demonic beings came in bizarre forms, some akin to Demon Beasts, but this nightmarish vision was profoundly unsettling.

All this transpired in a flash. Confronting this abrupt twist, Leo Ray had barely glimpsed the enemy’s look when his legs kept churning, power humming through him as he sought to pull away.

Yet the enemy’s pace outmatched his clearly. The countless tendrils coating its form sliced through the air with sharp whistles, zeroing in on Leo Ray.

Spotting their lord in peril, Little Jie appeared anew, raising the Absolute Defense Barrier. But the enemy avoided a direct hit; instead, it ensnared the Absolute Defense Barrier and Leo Ray alike with its horde of tendrils.

Suddenly, Leo Ray was plunged into utter blackness, sight stolen save for the tight confines inside the barrier.

This suffocating ordeal reminded Leo Ray of his past brush with “Corrosion,” though the Stone Spirits’ unique abilities had shattered that back then.

Now, however, despite channeling the Power of Divine Grace or unleashing those unique force spells and cuts, Leo Ray couldn’t escape the enemy’s grip. The wiry tendrils grew ever tougher, shrugging off every assault.

“Human Clan insect, the game ends now—turn into my sustenance!”

The enemy’s icy voice echoed with killing rage, and Leo Ray felt himself lifted from the ground, struggling to stay upright.

Beyond the enclosure, the pink-hooded figure, Old Guy, and the others witnessed this and tried to charge in aid, only to be blocked by fresh tendrils assaulting them, trapped in place.

In this dire moment, the pink-hooded figure and Old Guy distinctly viewed Leo Ray getting wrapped up, hoisted aloft, and propelled straight toward the demon brimming with scarlet eyes.