Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2876: 1575: Desperation and Reversal

Capítulo 2876: Chapter 1575: Desperation and Reversal

A massive arc slicing through the whole space expands swiftly, unleashing a piercing aura of death and utter despair.

The devastating pressure from this enormous arc quickly shattered the nearby magic lanterns, dimming the temple's glow even more.

In the face of this abrupt disaster, the powerhouses, though grim inside, followed Leo Ray’s order and lunged savagely at the bizarre humanoid statue beyond the altar.

The warm, flexible divine grace power churned wildly in the shrinking space, as blade gleams and brilliant magic bursts erupted from our group, morphing into fast, icy arcs that swallowed the odd white humanoid statue in an instant.

“Impudent! You impudent ones…”

Before the anxious, confused cry from the “old fishman king” died away, thunderous magic blasts rang out one after another.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Abruptly, the chaotic energy clashes rocked the sky and ground, making the entire area quake violently.

When the glow subsided and eyes sharpened, the peculiar white statue remained intact but now bore clear fissures, looking charred and smoking, with dark fumes rising.

From those cracks spewing black smoke, a subtle golden light flickered—Leo Ray knew at once it stemmed from divine grace power.

“Did it really cause damage?”

Witnessing this, Leo Ray drew a sharp breath.

Earlier against the sand-robed elder, despite full force, they couldn't scratch that stone tablet. Yet this sight proved their strength had surged remarkably.

Still, divine grace power was surely pivotal; only godly-bestowed might could wound such a horrifying, otherworldly foe.

“Ahhhh!”

Right after our strike concluded, shrill, piercing shrieks burst forth, distorting the “old fishman king” projection and blurring its solid shape.

Moreover, the colossal arc surging like a tidal wave slowed to nearly a stop, while the space's thick killing intent scattered by over half.

“As expected of your Majesty!”

At this sight, joy swept through everyone.

This encompassed Lena and Little Sail, who shot Leo Ray thrilled glances.

Though the foe wore the old fishman king’s visage, they understood victory here offered him a chance at survival!

“Don’t slack off, keep attacking!”

Without pause, Leo Ray barked the next assault order.

Responding instantly, the melee powerhouses vaulted forward, blades glinting coldly as they hammered the smoke-wreathed white statue fiercely.

At the same time, magic casters lifted their wands, unleashing radiant spells from the tips in rapid succession.

Yet another twist struck then.

“Ah ah ah… hahaha!”

The “old fishman king,” moments ago writhing in agony, erupted in mad laughter; a sinister energy pulse flashed, vanishing Leo Ray, Lena, and Little Sail nearby without trace.

With Leo Ray—the source of divine grace—gone, our assault stayed fierce but sank uselessly, dealing no more harm to the eerie statue.

“Your Majesty? Where did your Majesty go?!”

The leftover powerhouses froze in dismay, lost and stunned.

Leo Ray’s group saw blinding white light flare, scenery shifting suddenly. Clarity returned to reveal them in an immense, boundless white void.

This realm stretched forever, pure white light bathing everywhere, draining color from their faces.

“Why did we suddenly come here?”

Lena pressed close to Leo Ray, her earlier thrill turning to bewilderment and fear in those starry eyes, her frame quivering anew.

Despite her gifts, as a sheltered fishman princess, endless trials had drained her; only sheer will kept her going.

“Your Highness, don’t be afraid!”

Little Sail guarded Lena bodily, the stone spirit striving for composure, though his tone rang hollow, clutching his fishman Longsword tight.

Before they could respond any further, a thick salty odor assaulted them, and in an instant, the white terrain below their feet morphed into a tiny island spanning just a few meters, encircled by an infinite expanse of sea.

The shift occurred with such suddenness that by the moment the three snapped back to reality, they sensed the ground underfoot already drenched by the surrounding endless seawater, turning soft and waterlogged.

“Wha—what is this place?”

Lena clenched her lower lip hard, struggling to compose herself, as Little Sail beside her, still reeling from the shock, appeared more and more baffled.