Last Ruler Of The Empty Throne-Chapter 151: Bad Situation

The battlefield had descended into chaos.

And at the heart of that devastation stood Alexa, momentarily exposed and vulnerable in the center of the danger zone. Her breath came in short bursts, but her eyes remained cold and focused. She had already eliminated countless first realm sea creatures and no fewer than fifteen of the formidable second realm beasts. At this moment, her killing intent had not gone unnoticed.

The remaining second realm entities, sensing a threat too grave to ignore, surged forward in unison, ten of them, eyes glowing with rage, claws outstretched, desperate to cut her down before she could ascend any further in power.

Then, the sky trembled.

ROOOAARRRR...

A sound, deep, guttural, and primal, reverberated through the atmosphere, stunning both friend and foe. The air itself seemed to still. The sea creatures halted mid-assault, their instincts screaming of a superior threat.

They hesitated just in time to witness the earth crack open under the force of a single colossal red claw mark that tore through the battlefield like a divine judgment.

BANG!

A massive figure slammed down among them, sending a shockwave through the ground that caused even the hardened warriors to stumble. He was large, nearly monstrous, his body cloaked in thick hair, radiating a crimson aura of raw power.

It was Gar’al.

Gar’al didn’t rely on mana like the others. He wielded Beast Force, an ancient and primal energy drawn from the essence of the wild. This ability not only granted him great strength, abilities, and control over numerous variations of beast energies, but also allowed him to dominate other animalistic beings.

It was a terrifying power, and today, it hungered for battle.

But not these ones.

His eyes locked on a distant figure: a massive whale, larger than any sea creature present, gliding just beneath the surface. Only a few could see it clearly, and he was among them. The whale wasn’t moving, it was watching, waiting, and Gar’al knew instinctively: to reach it, he would have to plow through a sea of enemies.

With a guttural growl, he leapt again, hammer raised, and swung it down, heavy with force.

BOOOOM!

Defensive barriers of water and scale rose to meet him, but they shattered like glass under the weight of his strike.

BOOOOOOOOM!

The earth trembled again as a second explosion occurred.

It was Twice Impact, a unique skill that delivered a residual shockwave moments after the first strike. Though slightly weaker, the second wave compounded the damage, overwhelming even layered defenses.

But the sea would not surrender so easily.

A monstrous sea serpent, larger and older than any that had come before, opened its maw and summoned a swirling orb of water. The breath attack shimmered with condensed aquatic pressure.

Shaaaaaaa...

It roared and released the deadly torrent aimed squarely at Gar’al.

Just before impact—

"Blizzard."

The voice was calm, barely above a whisper. Yet the effect was immediate. The entire sphere of pressurized water froze solid mid-air, transformed into a colossal glacier suspended in time.

And then a flash of silver light.

A man materialized beneath the ice, blade drawn. His sword shimmered like moonlight on clouds.

"Cloud Razor Dance."

His strikes came fast, too fast for the eye to follow. Each swing sliced the ice into razor-sharp shards that hovered ominously above the enemy horde.

The creatures scrambled, raising barriers in panic, but they didn’t realize, they were defending the wrong places.

Luna’s Empty Eyes had already analyzed every weak point. Her attack was not random. The shards rained down like a divine execution, each aimed with surgical precision.

The sky darkened again.

Thousands of constructed weapons, shimmering with silver light, hovered in formation. From the earth below, silver chains slithered upward like serpents, binding the sea creatures in their place.

It was Jenny, her creations had evolved. Her chains now shimmered silver with enhanced conductivity, binding and electrocuting simultaneously. She lunged into battle, her sword arcs releasing radiant bursts of energy that shattered even reinforced scales.

Elsewhere, Laura weaved her elemental magic with surgical precision.

As a second realm warrior, she manipulated lightning and now water in tandem, assaulting the jellyfish with electrified torrents that left no room for counterattack. She controlled the battlefield like a conductor with an orchestra, allowing the main combatants to fight freely.

Robin and Victor also joined the fray. Though still cautious around the second realm beasts, they fought with relentless determination, occasionally stealing glances at the most chaotic part of the field where a lone figure reigned.

That figure was Ronald.

"Eeiik!" he squealed in terror as he thrust out his hand, a hole forming in the chest of an advancing sea beast. Another came, and he also reacted on instinct. The more terrified he became, the more potent his attacks grew. But the rate at which he moved was blinding.

BOOOOM!

Another explosion exploded and the sky shook once again.

"Gravity x8."

The command was simple, but the result was not.

Creatures both in the first and second realms were flattened, crushed under the weight of increased gravitational pressure.

Alexa had returned, her aura burning bright. She surged into the battlefield like a storm, every strike precise, every motion deadly.

Her presence intensified the already blistering tempo of the battle.

And yet, none of them had gone all-out.

They could sense it; something far more dangerous loomed in the depths of the waters. They preserved their energy, fighting tactically. They needed to be whole for the next phase.

For now, they focused on decimating the frontlines, and before they reached the threat, they would be strong enough.

The situation wasn’t bad, generally. Though the human casualties mounted each minute, their elite fighters stood strong, and the enemy numbers had reduced by over 60%.

The number of enemies made them question themselves.

If the world were 70% water and 30% land, then how many sea creatures truly existed? Were they only fighting the first wave?

Like that, hours passed.

Explosions grew less frequent. The battlefield, once ablaze with fury, dimmed with exhaustion.

Human screams of agony and fatigue echoed louder than the enemy’s roars.

The situation deteriorated fast.

Fatigue gnawed at them. Even the remains of the defeated enemies only increased their stamina capacity, it did not restore it.

They were stronger, but tired.

And yet, they fought on.

20%. That was all that remained of the enemy army.

The Mayor, arm missing and face bloodied, appeared among them. He roared defiance, reminding them of what was at stake. His words rekindled fading spirits. They pressed on, pushing past their limits.

10%.

Their limbs moved sluggishly, their weapons heavy, their lungs burning. There was no one to encourage them, but they knew it was almost over. So, they had to push forward.

At that moment, when everyone was about to end the remnant of the sea creatures, another disaster occurred.

RUMBLE...

The wall.

Their final line of defense they set up, collapsed.

Shock froze the battlefield.

Without hesitation, the remaining enemy forces surged past the broken barrier, making a beeline for the second line of defense: the military remnants led by the hardened General Jul.

That alone would have been dire.

But then, the sea itself parted.

SHAAAAAAAAAAAA...

The massive whale suddenly emerged from the ground, dwarfing them all.

Its immense size eclipsed the battlefield. A behemoth of the deep, its appearance shattered whatever morale the evolvers had left.

Atop its back stood five figures.

At the front, regal, arrogant, and clad in a flowing blue royal robe, was a figure none had anticipated.

The Prince of the Persia Kingdom had arrived, flanked by four imposing Triton guards.

The tide had shifted again, toward despair.