Floating Island - Triple S Talent

Sshhh...

Not even a second had passed since Lein moved when more tentacles began to emerge from the dark void. Not just one or two, but five, ten, a hundred—and the number kept growing, pouring out from the emptiness like creatures awakened from slumber. The tentacles attacked relentlessly, coiling and stretching, trying to entrap and ensnare him.

Although no loud impact could be heard in the vacuum, Lein could feel the tremendous energy within each tentacle's movement. Every swing of a tentacle carried a destructive aura, as if capable of annihilating anything it touched.

"Is this S-rank guardian an octopus?" Lein frowned, wondering about the true form of the S-rank entity he was facing.

Sash... Sesh...

One by one, Lein continued to evade the tentacles' relentless assaults. However, the increasing number of tentacles was overwhelming. The attacks now numbered in the thousands, each strand of tentacle seeming to have a clear intent to destroy him.

Lein raised his hand, and in an instant, two swords appeared—one gold, one black, both radiating an undeniable aura of power. But that was only the beginning. With a wave, the swords multiplied—one hundred, one thousand, tens of thousands. Lein summoned every golden and black sword in his possession, flooding the empty space with dazzling light and sharp shadows.

The swords immediately took flight, scattering into formation, creating spacing for the next wave of attacks.

"Echo Phantom."

As soon as Lein activated his skill, the tens of thousands of swords transformed into tens of thousands of clones, each wielding a sword of their own, their eyes gleaming with identical resolve. The clones spread out at once, coordinating their movements to deceive the oncoming tentacles.

What had once been a silent and cold space now erupted into a fierce battle. Tens of thousands of Lein's clones clashed with the dark tentacles in a deadly dance. There was no sound, yet the impact felt utterly real.

"You think you're the only one with a lot of tentacles?" Lein smirked, a subtle arrogance curling at the edge of his lips. He kept moving, leaping from one position to another, evading the unending flurry of tentacles.

Suddenly, a system notification echoed in his ears, delivering grim news.

[Your body received 15,000 points of damage...]

[Your body received 11,600 points of damage...]

[Your clone has perished!]

"Damn it," Lein hissed through clenched teeth. His clones had done their best to dodge, but some still got hit. Limbs were severed, bodies impaled, and several clones died on the spot. But the clones felt no pain. They fought on with unwavering spirit, like fearless soldiers.

Slash...

Lein and his clones didn't just evade—they retaliated. Their swords radiated with sharp, deadly auras. One of the clones activated (Sky Shattering Slash), and the sword's aura extended a hundred meters, slicing through the tentacles effortlessly, as if cutting through air.

[Successfully attacked Voidwalker, dealing +80,000 damage]

A single slash inflicted eighty thousand damage, cleaving the black tentacles in an instant. Lein's eyes gleamed as the creature's name appeared in the notification.

"Voidwalker," he whispered, exhaling deeply. At last, he knew his opponent.

"This thing must have spatial powers," Lein deduced, pondering the guardian's name. But that knowledge didn't dampen his spirits. If anything, it fueled him and his clones to fight even harder, determined to crush the writhing tentacles.

Another clone activated (Area of Light), creating a burst of brilliant holy light in a hundred-meter radius. The once-dark space was now filled with blinding radiance. The tentacles recoiled as though seared by intense heat, retreating from every illuminated patch.

"Ahaha... like vampires," Lein chuckled softly, realizing that (Area of Light) granted a significant buff to all his attributes and dealt extra damage to dark creatures like the Voidwalker.

Skill 3: (Area of Light) Creates an area of light within a 100-meter radius. Increases all attributes by 100%, negates enemy healing, and deals +100% damage to dark creatures. Lasts for 10 minutes, with a 1-hour cooldown.

The holy light made the tentacles writhe like worms exposed to the sun, scrambling to escape its brilliance. Lein and his clones were now surrounded by a glowing barrier of sacred energy, driving the tentacles away as they flailed helplessly.

[Successfully attacked Voidwalker, dealing +150,000 damage]

[Successfully attacked Voidwalker, dealing +173,500 damage]

...

With the (Area of Light) buff active, every sword strike dealt exponential damage, scoring hundreds of thousands of points with each blow. It was like a harvester wielding the sharpest scythe, cutting through the tentacles with ease. Lein's clones moved swiftly, eradicating the dark limbs as if harvesting a field.

"Looks like I was worrying too much," Lein thought, recalling the fear he had felt earlier about the Voidwalker.

Within minutes, the space that had once been teeming with writhing tentacles grew still. The Voidwalker's limbs dwindled drastically under the relentless assault, retreating like cornered prey facing an unbearable light. The creature hidden behind the tentacles seemed to realize how deadly Lein's radiance was, halting its attacks to avoid further losses.

The clones only needed three minutes to clear the remaining tentacles. The chaotic battlefield now lay in eerie silence, with Lein's glowing clones standing alert, their (Area of Light) skill softly illuminating the surroundings, ready for any further threats.

"Why hasn't it shown itself yet?" Lein wondered, sensing the overwhelming soul energy of the Voidwalker from the earlier attacks. He began to consider other possibilities. "Or... am I trapped in an illusion?" he muttered, trying to anticipate the enemy's trickery.

Without wasting any time, Lein drew out an artifact—(The Fan of Enlightenment). With a graceful motion, he waved the fan, spreading ripples of illumination that surged outward, washing through the empty void.

"No... this isn't an illusion," Lein muttered. The place was real. The Voidwalker hadn't trapped him in a deception.

But just then, his vision flickered. One of his clones was sliced in two—perfectly bisected—falling lifelessly onto the slowly rotating (Vortex Plate) below.

[Your clone has perished!]

Lein's focus snapped to attention as he scanned the area. From the corner of his eye, he caught it—a black tentacle suddenly materializing out of thin air, ambushing another clone. The movement was swift, like a flash of lightning, executing without mercy.