Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2953 1615: Breaking Through and Predicament

The instant appearance of the three demigod-level Golem Puppets plunged our assembled powerhouses into a wave of uncontrollable despair.

It must be understood that for a demigod, individuals at the half-step Tier 7 stage are as insignificant as ants, capable of being instantly annihilated by even the slightest carelessness from the former!

"Little ant of the human race, to force me to deploy my ultimate hidden ace, you can indeed consider yourself the finest among the second-tier powers."

Noth's countenance was contorted with ferocious malice as he sneered. "However, it is a lamentable shame that today, I shall crush all of you audacious ants into mere dust!"

Following Noth's chilling declaration, the three demigod puppets blurred into motion. One immediately surged towards the Broken Wing King's position, intending to extricate him from his perilous situation.

The very moment the demigod puppets manifested, the tide of the battle irrevocably turned.

What was initially a confrontation between two combatants transformed instantly. Under the golem puppet's assistance, the Broken Wing King seized absolute dominance, while our contingent of over a dozen half-step Tier 7 Monarchs and formidable warriors found themselves steadily pushed back, virtually stripped of any means to retaliate.

In a shockingly short span of time, two of our strongest fighters were violently struck and sent hurtling away by the golem puppets, impacting the ground with enough force to excavate two substantial craters, their immediate fates remaining tragically uncertain.

Witnessing this grim spectacle, a palpable cold sweat began to bead more profusely on the foreheads of the remaining strongmen. Even the usually composed Broken Ear Leader and Prince Chasing Shadow wore expressions of profound concern.

Truly, a demigod was an existence of unfathomable terror, vastly transcending the capabilities of any second-tier power exponent.

Trembling inwardly, each individual's gaze instinctively gravitated towards Leo Ray.

One had to consider that a single demigod puppet had been sufficient to completely obliterate the battle advantage held by our dozen-plus half-step Tier 7 experts. How then, was His Majesty of the Humans supposed to simultaneously confront not one, but two demigod puppets?

Amidst this intensely worrying focus, Leo Ray maintained his ground, a steadfast figure even as he was besieged by two demigod puppets, a sight that filled all observers with profound astonishment.

The two winged demigod adversaries, wielding colossal swords, exuded an overwhelming aura, akin to two colossal, mobile mountains. From both flanks, they unleashed relentless barrages of fierce sword energy directly at Leo Ray.

The seemingly unstoppable blades of the opponents ripped through the fabric of space repeatedly, tearing open vast expanses of black void and imprinting the sky with colossal, pitch-black slashes.

Even the residual energy ripples emanating from these devastating slashes carved deep fissures into the ground, their sheer momentum evoking a terrifying spectacle.

Yet, within this relentless onslaught, arcs of thunderous lightning surged around Leo Ray. His pair of radiant, purple magic wings became conspicuously evident, dissolving into a streak of violet light as he ceaselessly weaved through the dense curtain of enemy blades.

Although Leo Ray's agility had already reached the zenith of the half-step Tier 7 realm, his pursuers, the more formidable winged demigod puppets, vibrated their own wings in hot pursuit. At times, their speed even seemed to surpass his own.

Upon the tumultuous battlefield, it was evident that while Leo Ray managed to evade the majority of his enemies' attacks through his exceptional nimbleness, there were still moments where exceptionally sharp slashes, defying spatial boundaries, inexorably bore down upon him.

Each instance this occurred, an indomitable defensive barrier would erect itself around Leo Ray. Not only did this barrier successfully absorb the opponent's cataclysmic sword strikes, but it also enabled him to launch retaliatory actions without succumbing to a significant disadvantage.

"Your Majesty of the Humans is truly magnificent! To be able to engage on even terms while besieged by two demigod puppets!"

In that moment, our collective morale surged, invigorating even those strongmen who had been steadily retreating under the pressure of the solitary demigod puppet.

It had to be remembered that a typical half-step Tier 7 expert facing a demigod in a one-on-one engagement would often be vanquished in the blink of an eye, utterly lacking the courage to even stand their ground against such a terrifying foe.

And yet, His Majesty of the Humans, possessing the cultivation of a half-step Tier 7 expert, was simultaneously confronting two demigod adversaries – a feat that defied all comprehension!

At the epicenter of this intense confrontation, beads of cold sweat now adorned Leo Ray's forehead.

The primary reason he could maintain his defense for so long against the lethal assaults from two demigod enemies was, naturally, his strategic deployment of several Seventh Stage Absolute Defense Scrolls at critical junctures.

Furthermore, these two demigod-level winged demon puppets, while powerful, were not purely focused on agility. Their combat style leaned more towards brute strength, augmented by their massive swords, and their speed, while considerable, was not absurdly superior. In fact, it was somewhat inferior to that of the Deer-man Ancestor, which significantly lessened the pressure on Leo Ray.

However, even with some residual resources still at his disposal, enough to hold out for a little longer, the eventual outcome, should this stalemate persist, seemed all too obvious.

"I must seize an opportunity swiftly to shatter these golem puppets. Compared to true demigods, these puppets, operating solely on battle instinct, possess inherent limitations."

Leo Ray offered a slight nod, his mind continuously analyzing the flow of battle, searching for an opening to strike.