Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2683 1475: A Startling Cause

Previously on Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong...

Leo Ray's group puzzled over the vanished traces of the pink-hooded figure's spatial disturbance, signaling an unsettling anomaly in the Giant City. As the deadly black fog lifted, Reece and Sina's warriors rested and awaited Leo Ray's prompt return, but his prolonged absence sparked growing unease and speculation of interception. A sinister voice boomed from the city's depths, mocking them as abandoned fools and claiming Leo Ray had fled after provoking the conflicts between alliances, dismissing the fog's end as a mere ploy. Doubt spread rapidly under an imperceptible eerie energy, fracturing the unified forces: enraged warriors turned on Leo Ray's supporters, drawing weapons in rising tension while others stood frozen in confusion. In a hidden pale hall, the witch demon leader gloated through a crystal ball, envisioning the ensuing chaos as the key to unleashing a renewed Black Fog Blood Devouring Formation.

Deep within the icy, shadowy chamber, the Witch Demon Leader's wild cackles reverberate, as the enormous silhouette stays concealed there, its demeanor steady like an immovable peak.

Unlike earlier, though, dark glow now envelops it, while a thick sinister energy radiates outward, matching the one that clings to our group and the bases of the two unions.

Suddenly, the massive dark form lurking in obscurity feels bottomless, like it has transformed the whole Bone Hall into a void, brimming with vibes of doom and hopelessness, steeped in the demon's spooky and enigmatic presence.

As his frenzied laughs continue, the Witch Demon Leader's bony fingers glide over the crystal ball's surface, making the images change and once more display Leo Ray along with his allies.

Leo Ray and his allies look puzzled still, searching their surroundings for clues, yet their strained and worried looks reveal they've discovered zilch.

"These idiots, clueless about the events that unfolded, could never guess that through the adult's mighty control, this vast city actually contains two matching realms! Haha!"

Gazing at the view in the crystal ball, the Witch Demon Leader mixes scorn into his chuckles, mocking, "When the Human Emperor finally grasps the situation, his underlings will all get wiped out, and by another bunch of pests no less! Then, the look on that Human Emperor's face ought to be priceless, right?"

With those words out, the Witch Demon Leader's bony visage suddenly grows grim, and he declares icily, "Soon enough, it'll be his turn. For meddling in our plans time and again, this leader will make him and his crew suffer a doom even worse than dying."

Once done talking, the Witch Demon Leader's crystal ball shifts to show our bases under siege again, then he turns to the imposing silhouette, asking impatiently, "Master, why haven't those dumb pests under your mighty influence begun their assault yet?"

"It won't be long. Even if my strength has only partially returned, remember how I once ensnared those so-called Chosen Sons of God, making them our servants, kneeling to our almighty god."

The colossal silhouette, in a raspy and profound tone, stays composed, replying softly, "I barely notice those Chosen Sons of God, much less these worthless bugs."

Here, the silhouette's tone deepens further, chillingly adding, "What, do you doubt my approach?"

As the silhouette's words drop, an overwhelming regal pressure crashes down from above, forcing the Tier 6 Eight Star Witch Demon Leader to falter abruptly, dropping to his knees in terror, pleading, "Master, how could you think that? I was merely getting a little impatient!"

"Fine, given your hard work gathering fear and hopelessness all these years to aid my revival, I'll overlook it this once."

The silhouette eases its dominance, shifting back to a serene voice.

"Gratitude for your leniency, Master! The Master's might is invincible!"

Prostrated on the ground, the Witch Demon Leader pants roughly against the floor, bobbing his head nonstop to laud the latter's power.

"Get up. After these bugs are fully crushed, and fires of ruin blaze over the land, my strength will return fully, and soon the entire world will quake under my rule."

The silhouette's voice brims with frenzy, declaring, "At that moment, we'll behold the glorious Light of Chaos."

"Master, so you're saying our almighty god has remained here all along? Didn't fall in the Battle of Winter's Chill..."

The Witch Demon Leader's expression overflows with zeal, though his words cut off sharply.

From the fragments in his mind, they had suffered a humiliating loss, with all Evil Gods collapsing, seizing the remnants of ruin and turmoil, they resorted to self-imposed seals, barely dodging annihilation, right up until the Broken Valley Alliance folks breached the Demon Hall.

"That's right. Where else do you suppose the Era of Blankness originated? Our almighty god came back, repelling those fake Divine Realm folks, and the devastation at the height of the Ten Thousand Clans was just a side note."

The enormous silhouette answers with total conviction, "Otherwise, why have those fake beings never resurfaced? Even the Chosen Son of God disappeared, no doubt crushed in the Era of Blankness!"

"Master, yet if that's the case, this realm should already be blanketed in doom and sorrow. Why hasn't our almighty god shown themselves yet?"

A flicker of bewilderment crosses the Witch Demon Leader's bony features, prompting him to inquire once more.

"Idiot, how could you fathom a god's intentions? Our almighty god surely has motives of their own."

The colossal silhouette avoids pursuing the matter, instead unleashing a heavy sinister energy without a care, stating, "Enough. Time to stir those bugs into motion."

With that, the sinister energy surges forth like a gale, blasting straight out from the chamber.