Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2554: 1409: A Turbulent Situation

"Are those Golem Puppets?!"

Fanny's eyes widened in sheer disbelief as she couldn't help but cry out.

After listening to Leo Ray’s words and regaining some composure, she could clearly feel the thick, murderous intent radiating from those human-shaped statues, even from the distance of their current passageway.

Following Fanny’s exclamation, the other elite warriors grew solemn, none of them daring to be reckless.

Over a hundred of these human statues stood there. While gauging their precise strength was difficult, the overwhelming killing aura they released caused hearts to race and a cold shiver to crawl up everyone's spines.

It is vital to remember that with the exception of Leo Ray and the Dwarf Elf, Broy, every warrior present was a genuine Tier 6 powerhouse. This meant, without a doubt, that the Golem Puppets possessed power at least equal to Tier 6.

Therefore, even though the statues remained perfectly still, any careless approach would certainly spark a brutal and bloody struggle for survival.

In this moment, those seemingly mundane human statues stood like insurmountable peaks, towering defiantly before the group.

"Indeed, and it isn't just those Golem Puppets. Don't forget, we aren't the only ones here."

Leo Ray narrowed his eyes, shifting his gaze toward the various sections surrounding the Altar.

This massive chamber was interconnected; seven other passages were symmetrically positioned around the Altar in addition to the one they occupied.

By this time, other Lords and their elite retinues had arrived one after another. They occupied their respective tunnel exits, scanning the battlefield just as Leo Ray’s group was doing.

The arrival of these Lords was varied—some slipped out of the shadows like Jess, others manifested slowly from thin air, and some even clung upside down to the ceiling. Each displayed unique and bizarre methods to showcase their power.

Regardless of their methods, it was undeniable that every Lord was backed by a formidable squad of warriors, far more dangerous than any previous enemies.

"The Lord was right; these people look vicious and definitely shouldn't be provoked lightly."

Xiao Jing frowned slightly, feeling the powerful waves of energy surging from the surrounding areas.

The subordinates nearby shared similar expressions, their hands tightening around the hilts of their weapons.

Given the situation, failing to break through the enemy's line quickly to claim the ultimate prize would be the same as laboring just to hand the reward to another Lord.

To put it simply, the path ahead required them to face not only the rival Lords but also these Golem Puppets acting as Guardians. This represented the most significant trial they had encountered since entering the arena.

Meanwhile, the Lords who arrived later cast cold, scrutinizing looks toward them, their eyes filled with obvious murderous intent and threats.

Everyone there understood perfectly that only a single person could emerge victorious. The losers would be abandoned here to face an unknown fate, or perhaps total annihilation.

Even if one managed to avoid death and survive, every day spent trapped here placed their home territories in greater peril, as their domains remained leaderless and exposed. After all, everyone was currently at a vital stage of exploring the Outer Region and had yet to secure a stable foundation.

This meant that even if a Lord survived the immediate aftermath, the destruction of their Territory and influence would still lead to their downfall. The only way to secure a future was to successfully obtain the treasure.

Furthermore, since the mysterious voice referred to it as a treasure, whatever was hidden within that golden light was surely magnificent and likely to provide immense help in the future. For that reason alone, the treasure could not be yielded to anyone else.

With these thoughts in mind, the eyes of the Overlord Level Lords burned with even sharper malice and menace, fueled by unspoken ambition and greed.

The atmosphere around the Altar grew increasingly hazardous as pairs of dark eyes scanned the room, silently measuring and judging their rivals.

Despite the tension, none of the Lords, including Leo Ray, acted impulsively. They all understood the danger of being the first to move.

As time passed, the slightly slower Lords flew into their positions. Soon, every passage entrance was crowded with Lords and numerous powerful warriors, their polished weapons reflecting cold, sharp light.

Yet, as the number of warriors grew, the entire sacrificial zone remained in a deathly silence, as if the very air had turned to lead.

This stifling pressure caused cold sweat to bead on the foreheads of many warriors. The vast Qi and energy within them were like tightly drawn bowstrings, ready to unleash destruction the moment their Lord gave the order.

"Brother, it's just like Brother Chen said. This is a gathering of some very unfriendly people."

The newly arrived Qunnie Young, though standing at the back of her group, couldn't help but swallow hard. The relentless aura of slaughter was beyond anything she or Ethan Young had ever experienced, even more intense than a battle between a hundred legions, making her scalp tingle with fear.