From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 533

Light flared from Leander's body, bursting forth with blinding brilliance that illuminated the night sky. At the same moment, countless spikes of spiritual strength streaked toward him like a deadly storm.

The enforcers' eyes were cold and pitiless as they poured their own spiritual strength into the attack, sharpening each spike's penetration and destructive force. Under such a relentless onslaught, Leander not only had to fend off all four of them but also protect Maeve—a mere mortal. It was an impossible task for anyone else.

A clear clang rang out from within the light, followed by a rapid, continuous cascade of metallic chimes that filled the air.

"Hm?"

The enforcers narrowed their eyes. Within the radiant glow, a sphere of light had taken shape—a perfectly rounded shield enclosing Leander and Maeve from all sides. Every spike of spiritual strength struck its surface, but none could pierce through. It was as if they were trapped inside a solid sphere of iron, impervious to the countless spears striking from every direction.

"To think he could manipulate spiritual strength to this extent—condensing it into such a resilient spiritual shield…" one of the enforcers muttered, half in awe. Even with their mastery, forming such a dense and stable barrier was extremely difficult. Yet Leander had summoned it in the blink of an eye.

"With power and talent like his, had he joined the Church, he would have become one of its greatest pillars. Unfortunately, he chose to walk the heretic's path—and now he stands as the Church's enemy."

A flicker of regret crossed their eyes—but only for an instant. The next heartbeat, their malice surged once again.

They knew all too well how dangerous a gifted and growing enemy could be. The Church had once suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the Arbitration Office, all because of arrogance and complacency—because they had dismissed the threat before it had truly matured. By the time they realized their mistake, the Arbitration Office had spread its wings and forced the Church into retreat.

This time, they would not repeat that mistake. No matter how formidable Leander appeared, he would die here and now in Yelem.

The four men stepped forward in unison. Their combined spiritual strength rippled across the sky, twisting together into a massive, spinning drill—its tip gleaming with lethal precision as it drove straight into Leander's barrier.

"Break!"

The rotating spike rammed forward. Leander frowned slightly, feeling the violent shock reverberate through his spiritual field. The spinning did not stop; instead, it accelerated rapidly, gathering even greater destructive force.

"Holy Art—Spiral Drill!"

The spinning lance of energy whirled faster and faster, its penetrative power increasing exponentially. Cracks began to splinter across the surface of Leander's spiritual shield.

"Heretic," one of the enforcers called out with a sneer, "you truly are a master of spiritual strength. Your cultivation has reached the intermediate to advanced stage of the Origin Realm. Given enough time, you might even step into the Origin Breaking Realm and become a true grandmaster of the spirit.

"But unfortunately for you, you won't live to see that day. The four of us stand in the same realm—and today, we will see you dead!"

Their faces brimmed with pride and murderous resolve. Then, all at once, their eyes flashed with divine light as the spinning drill's speed climbed again.

"Break!" they roared together.

A thunderous shout tore through the heavens, followed by a sharp crack. Leander's barrier shattered like glass, exploding into countless fragments of shimmering light that scattered across the sky.

The spinning spike of spiritual strength shot forward like a drill, cutting through the air until it was mere inches from Maeve. One touch from it, and she would have been torn to shreds on the spot.

Screech!

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