Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2801: 1536: The Escalating Banquet (Part 1)

Confronted by the crushing pressure of the four adversaries, which rolled forward like a tidal wave threatening to consume the heavens, Leo Ray stepped onward, his form enveloped in a shimmering veil of purple magical radiance.

“Your Majesty of the Humans, please fall back! At the very least, we must devise a different strategy!”

Sensing the savage killing intent bearing down on them, Sina’s pale face betrayed her mounting dread as she hurriedly interjected.

“Indeed, Your Majesty of the Humans, the enemy force is vast and their minions are countless; there is no reason for Your Majesty to place yourself in such grave peril!”

Loris offered his input, his lion-like features contorting with uncontrollable anxiety.

Furthermore, Old Gary and the other stalwarts of the alliance mirrored these fears, each of them voicing their desperate pleas to stop Leo Ray’s advance.

It was clear to everyone present: the opposition had unleashed four half-step seventh-level powerhouses simultaneously. With Hollis II and Lila providing the strongest foundation, prepared to intervene at any second, they held absolute dominance over the battlefield.

On the other side of the fray stood only Leo Ray and one companion. Two fists cannot hold off four hands, especially when those four are half-step seventh-level powerhouses, individuals capable of reducing armies to dust with a mere flick of the wrist. Even though the Administrator had repeatedly stressed that the Human Majesty must remain safe, this engagement appeared to be a battle inevitably destined for defeat.

Drowning in profound unease, powerful figures like Loris, Sina, and Old Gary felt completely helpless. Even their strongest, Old Gary, was only at the peak of the sixth tier—he would be shattered instantly by a half-step seventh-level powerhouse, and his intervention would only prove a burden to Leo Ray.

Ultimately, Old Gary cast a pleading gaze at Moli, who stood cloaked in a pink hood. Although he knew of Moli's formidable prowess, he recognized that Moli and Leo Ray were merely acquaintances lacking any profound connection; with the Witch Demon liquidated, their mutual objectives had long since diverged. Under these circumstances, with the enemy charging ferociously and their own position hanging by a thread, there was no logical reason for the mysterious figure in the pink hood to shed blood for their cause.

“Do not be afraid, everyone. While this confrontation is undoubtedly arduous, the hope for victory remains.”

Aware of the group's panic, Leo Ray glanced back and gave them a slight nod.

Before they could grasp the weight of his words, the physical powerhouses Rax and Payton summoned a legion of clones and phantoms, initiating a pincer movement against Leo Ray.

“Emperor of the Human Clan, this is not the moment for your mind to wander. Since you walked into the jaws of death so willingly, let us grant you a lesson!”

With the Grand Magicians Bruce and Kira backing him, Rax’s ego swelled. Brilliant sparks erupted from his massive battle-axe, which instantly fractured into hundreds of strikes, all descending toward Leo Ray.

“Arrogance is merely a prelude to total defeat.”

Leo Ray remained entirely composed. The violet, magical light surrounding him flared, manifesting numerous illusions that deflected the devastating assault with ease. For a fleeting moment in the banquet hall, the air was flooded with shimmering clones and decoys. The entire hall resembled a chaotic, trampling army—a spectacle so surreal that those watching grew dizzy, unable to distinguish the real body from the shadows.

However, one thing remained certain: with Sheila’s support combined with his own incredible swiftness, Leo Ray held his position against the combined onslaught of Rax and Payton, eventually forcing the duo onto the back foot.

Yet, the relentless pressure exerted by Rax and Payton created a stalemate, preventing Leo Ray and Sheila from shifting their focus to Bruce and Kira, who were busy channeling their energy.

“Ha, the Emperor of the Humans certainly possesses some impressive techniques.”

Bruce gripped a massive staff that radiated a heavy grey aura, his weathered, aged face lit with an air of complete control.

His ancient eyes narrowed, and a rotating grey magic circle manifested beneath his feet, pulsating with rhythmic magical fluctuations, acting as a bizarre, high-sensitivity monitor.

“Emperor of the Human Clan, your speed is remarkable, but while these illusions may trick the eyes, they cannot deceive the fabric of space itself. Your true form’s movement and the trajectory of every strike you make are already fully mapped.”

Without warning, Bruce’s narrowed eyes snapped open, and he thrust his staff toward the area behind Rax, bellowing, “Void Giant Chain!”

Obeying his command, an endless swarm of semi-transparent grey energy chains surged from the area behind Rax, erupting from the earth and manifesting within the void. The sound of piercing, grinding metal filled the space—the spectacle was nothing short of extraordinary.

Every single chain converged on one spot, revealing a towering silhouette: the true form of Leo Ray.

Seeing this, both Leo Ray and Sheila reacted with lightning reflexes. Leo Ray’s body ignited with purple light, attempting to weave past the barrier, while Sheila unleashed a volley of dense elemental rounds that whistled through the air toward the cage of chains.

However, Leo Ray was shocked to discover that the enemy’s blockade was absolute and unbreakable; Sheila’s projectiles simply passed through the constructs, leaving the magic chains entirely unscathed.

Furthermore, Leo Ray realized the teleportation scroll in his grip had gone cold—the enemy’s blockade had successfully sealed the entire pocket of space.