Chapter 537 The Final Battle 3
"You're all doomed anyway—why keep struggling?" Natasha's cold voice echoed from above. "I've lost patience for these games!"
Her pupils flared with a piercing white light as she suspended herself high in the sky like a miniature sun.
She pushed [Oblivion] to its absolute limit, holy radiance cascading in all directions.
This power—capable of obliterating everything—reminded everyone of the legendary scene when Otha single-handedly destroyed over a hundred thousand zombies!
The blood drained from Theron's face. "Run! Get as far away as possible!"
He tucked Leandro under one arm and Lanny under the other, his form blurring as he sprinted toward Steven. Megan and the others made similar desperate movements.
They knew their only hope lay in Steven's Dimension Door.
Steven extended his right hand, maximizing his ability. A massive dimensional gateway materialized before them.
Leonard pushed his frost armor to its limits, encasing himself in plating thick as a mech suit.
But when [Oblivion]'s light swept across the ground, his armor shattered like paper!
He instinctively raised his right arm to shield himself—it disappeared as if it had never existed.
In the final moment, he managed to dive into Steven's Dimension Door range, barely preserving his life.
The white light vanished. Steven exhaled a long breath. His Dimension Door had successfully blocked Natasha's attack!
But that single strike had nearly annihilated the already dwindling number of Psychics on the field. Only the faction leaders and a few investigation squad members remained alive.
There was no time for grief—their own survival hung by a thread.
Despair began to spread through their hearts. They had given everything, yet hadn't inflicted even the slightest damage on Natasha. Meanwhile, they had suffered devastating casualties.
What were they supposed to do? Waiting for the very end? Natasha—now a Level-5 Psychic—seemed invincible.
Leonard sealed his arm's wound with ice. Fortunately, as a non-melee Psychic, he could still fight despite his loss.
Natasha hovered above, radiating gentle holy light as she looked down at Steven's group.
"Steven, your ability is impressive," she said, fixing her gaze on him. "But I've absorbed the Supernatural abilities of thirty-six people, including Otha's. How will you counter that?"
The corner of her mouth curved into a smile as she extended her index finger toward him. "I'd very much like to have your ability too!"
Steven stared back at her, his eyes filled with wariness.
"Everyone," he spoke gravely, "we need to go all-out now! Use whatever trump cards you've been holding—or we're all going to die here!"
Lanny gritted his teeth. "We already know that without you telling us!" He left unsaid what he was truly thinking: 'Even if they fought with everything they had—could they really win?'
"Fighting with everything we have gives us a sliver of hope," Steven said. "Otherwise, we're guaranteed to die."
Natasha's attacks wouldn't wait for their conversation to end.
Her next assault came from below—the ground beneath them exploded as hundreds of frost-covered thorny vines shot upward!
This was the ability of Bianca, the Snowfall Cult priestess. Originally just an ordinary Trait system user who could grow thorn vines from her body, in Natasha's hands, this ability became devastatingly powerful.
The surprise attack caught everyone off-guard. Steven immediately activated his spatial travel to escape.
The others desperately employed whatever means they had, even as they fell among the rubble, fighting to block the thorny assaults—sharper and harder than steel.
Perhaps Steven's words had ignited their fighting spirit, or perhaps it was the desperate courage of those with nothing to lose.
These elite Psychics finally began to fight as if their lives depended on it—because they did.
Lanny clenched his jaw. Suddenly, a surging tide of mental energy erupted from his entire body, blasting his hair straight upward!
In an instant, his hair turned whiter than snow. Roiling psychic energy enveloped him, lifting him high into the air.
Witnessing this, Theron, Leandro, and the investigation squad members watching from behind distant buildings all wore expressions of painful understanding.
Lanny's Levitating Energy Cannon consumed mental energy. Once used excessively, it would drain his lifespan.
Now, Lanny had abandoned all restraint, burning his mental energy with reckless abandon—a method that would allow him to briefly touch the threshold of Level 5.
Lanny erupted in maniacal laughter. He knew what this meant for him, but he had no other options left! If Otha could sacrifice himself for the team, so could he!
"Die, you wretched bitch!" Lanny shouted. Countless orbs of light surrounded him, then surged toward Natasha as he swept his right hand forward!
This attack's power utterly dwarfed his previous efforts. He raised both hands high, conjuring a massive sphere of mental energy nearly three feet in diameter, then hurled it violently toward Natasha!
The others weren't idle either. They coordinated with Lanny, assaulting Natasha from all directions.
Steven, especially, had maneuvered behind her, activating his Martial Prowess after locking onto her position!
Natasha's brow furrowed. She couldn't afford the slightest carelessness, feeling the genuine threat of death. "Annihilation!" she cried.
The terrifying light of oblivion erupted from her center once more, sweeping outward in all directions!
Steven from behind, Lanny from the front—both unleashed their most powerful strikes!
The devastating forces twisted and collided in mid-air, manifesting in prismatic colors before silently beginning to erase everything nearby.
When this exchange ended, Natasha's face finally showed a trace of fatigue. She could possess countless Supernatural abilities, but her internal Supernatural Energy could be depleted.
Facing a combined attack from two top-tier Psychics simultaneously, even she couldn't remain unfazed.
But after this strike, Lanny's condition deteriorated rapidly. His face aged visibly, his eyes growing dim.
The next moment, he plummeted headfirst like a crashed aircraft. This attack had consumed everything he had.
Theron rushed over to catch his falling body.
Meanwhile, Steven continued fighting while rapidly stuffing Supernatural ability food into his mouth.
In a war of attrition, he feared no one! Even after consecutive uses of Martial Prowess, his Supernatural ability could be quickly replenished—a stark contrast to Lanny's sacrifice.
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