Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2535 1399: Defeat and Progress

Within the damp, shadowy cabin radiating a sense of malice, a gaunt figure suddenly flickered behind Leo Ray. Those standing nearby could only watch in a state of helpless shock.

The unexpected webs were remarkably resilient and adhesive, constricting the body so tightly that any hope of breaking free was extinguished.

Despair and impotence washed over our side as the figure prepared to plunge a blade into Leo Ray's back. A venomous, cruel smirk twisted the face of the gaunt Tier 6 powerhouse, while their razor-sharp short blade, saturated with massive energy, emitted an ominous glow.

In a flash, the short blade turned into a streak of cold light, slicing through the energy barrier with ease before burying itself in the leather-armored figure ahead.

"Hahaha, what a useless fool! You're just as pathetic as that other idiot from before!"

His pale features contorted with malice, the Hooded Lord laughed hysterically at our group: "How does it feel to witness your precious Lord meet his end? Don't fret, your turn is coming very soon..."

The Hooded Lord’s boast was cut short as the gaunt figure who had landed the backstab suddenly sensed something was wrong. In a state of visible disarray, the assassin retreated hastily to the Hooded Lord's side.

"You moron, why are you panicking?"

The Hooded Lord’s expression darkened as he noticed the strange, fearful behavior of his subordinate.

"Master, that target was not the actual enemy Lord!"

A grating, hoarse voice broke in, the skeletal face of the gaunt figure etched with anxiety as he interrupted his master: "We must retreat immediately, it's a trap!"

"What kind of rubbish are you talking about?"

Upon hearing those words, the Hooded Lord snapped his gaze toward the center of our ranks.

To his horror, the "Leo Ray" that had been struck was slumped on the floor without a single drop of blood, looking exactly like a shattered golem puppet.

"This is...?!"

The wicked grin on the Hooded Lord's face evaporated instantly. Reacting with swiftness, he began a rapid retreat, shielded by the gaunt figure.

At the same time, the silent, monstrous spiders scurried across the ceiling, their predatory eyes searching for fresh targets to entangle.

"Only now do you realize something is wrong? It appears you are the true fool here."

A voice, as steady and calm as a still lake, resonated from behind the Hooded Lord as the genuine Leo Ray stepped into view.

The version of "Leo Ray" that had been captured was, in truth, a physical doppelgänger created by the "Illusive Thunder Clone" technique.

Bolstered by various buffs, even a clone possessing only half of Leo Ray’s power was a match for a standard Tier 5 Powerhouse. Furthermore, it radiated the distinct aura of a Lord, making it a perfect decoy for other Lords to track.

The Hooded Lord spun around, his eyes fixed on Leo Ray with a murderous glare: "Boy, do not think a few cheap tricks can save you from this Lord! Your end will be no different from that fool who died earlier!"

As he spoke, a surge of arrogant confidence returned to his face. While he sneered, he was secretly commanding dozens of giant spider demon beasts to close in on Leo Ray.

Even if the brat had dodged the initial strike, his subordinates were still trapped in the webs! Facing such odds, even if he possessed three heads and six arms, death was inevitable!

"Did you truly believe that I was the only one using clones?"

Leo Ray’s expression remained stoic as he spoke with cold indifference: "I apologize for bringing you such despair."

The moment his words landed, every bound figure on our side began to fade away, dissolving into energy particles that drifted into the air. All that remained on the cabin floor were piles of shriveled, white spider silk.

This was the core of Leo Ray's latest strategy—using everyone as bait to force the enemy out of hiding.

Several members of our group were capable of manifesting clones, and others had utilized clone magical scrolls; thus, executing the ruse was a simple task.

With the illusions gone, our true elite forces emerged from behind Leo Ray and the preceding corridor, forming a tight circle around the enemy.

The Hooded Lord’s already pale face turned even more ghostly, and cold sweat began to bead on his brow.

Feeling the overwhelming aura radiating from our powerhouses, he realized with terrifying clarity that these opponents were on a completely different level than the idiot he had faced before.

"My friend, with such courage and intellect, you must surely be the Lord of the Summer Realm? Only the Lord of Summer could be so formidable!"

The Hooded Lord’s eyes darted around as he tried to bridge the gap, offering an olive branch: "As the saying goes, no discord, no concord. why don't we consider an alliance?"

"Regrettably, I have no interest in the weak, and you lack the qualifications to stand beside me."

Leo Ray had no intention of wasting further breath. He signaled his subordinates to begin the slaughter.

However, the Hooded Lord had been preparing his own counter-move. During the short conversation, he had positioned the giant spider demon beasts to target every single one of our people. If he could just ensnare these powerhouses in webs again, victory would still be his!

"Hahaha, you idiots! This Lord was only stalling for time!"

With a malicious cackle, the Hooded Lord sent out a mental command, ordering his giant spider demon beasts to unleash their webs first.