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The overlord was not one to underestimate Terry’s resourcefulness. It had anticipated the possibility of Terry trying to exploit a strategic advantage, and it had made sure that the current fortress served as a trap, a means of attacking its body while it remained inactive. The fortress had been an elaborate decoy, designed to draw Terry’s attention away from the overlord’s true form.

As Terry’s aura grew stronger and more intense, the overlord sensed his determination, but it couldn’t quite grasp the specifics of what he was attempting. The uncertainty unnerved the overlord, as it had spent centuries observing and analyzing countless beings, yet Terry’s actions were shrouded in a level of unpredictability that the overlord found disconcerting.

Recognizing that the situation demanded its full attention, the overlord decided to shift its approach. The very atmosphere of the area underwent a transformation, signaling the overlord’s intent to engage seriously. However, the others in Terry’s group realized that Terry was up to something crucial, and they resolved to buy him the precious moments he needed.

Rebecca channeled her mana into summoning a colossal lightning bolt from the heavens above. The bolt struck the overlord with immense force, causing a momentary paralysis that cost Rebecca her entire reserve of mana. Gustavo, too, unleashed his power, manipulating gravity to hinder the movement of the overlord’s legs and attempting to crush them under the weight of its own massive form.

Meanwhile, Rebecca and Fernanda worked in tandem, weaving their elemental abilities to create a gargantuan ice spear that spun through the air at staggering speeds. The spear struck the overlord repeatedly, leaving deep dents in its liquid metal-like body and causing visible tremors to course through its form.

In response to this relentless barrage, the overlord turned its gaze upon the group, an unsettling presence that sent shivers down their spines. Suddenly, the gravity in the vicinity surged once again, rendering them motionless and robbing them of their breath. The overlord’s power was overwhelming, and its determination to crush its opposition was clear.

However, before the enemy could finish them off or even try to attack, the area suddenly trembled and then the overlord fell backward after a powerful impact echoed around.

The enemy got up as soon as possible again, only to be paralyzed by an unusual sight... Terry was covered in blood.

Terry stood amidst the chaos, his form splattered with blood, but his demeanor remained remarkably composed. His armor and sword were stained with the evidence of his relentless battle, yet he appeared unfazed by the carnage around him. There was a tenacious fire in his eyes that seemed to burn even brighter as the confrontation with the overlord continued.

The overlord, for its part, was growing increasingly perplexed. It had anticipated that Terry would have suffered considerable damage by now, and it couldn’t quite comprehend how Terry had managed to endure without displaying signs of exhaustion or injury. Furthermore, the overlord had expected that Terry might have succumbed to a berserk rage, but Terry’s actions were measured and calculated, devoid of the erratic chaos the overlord had anticipated.

With a cautious assessment of the situation, the overlord recognized that its initial strategy of utilizing the gravity field against the group had reached its limit. The overlord realized that Terry and his companions were formidable opponents who were determined to thwart its designs. Consequently, the overlord made the decision to conserve its mana and approach the battle with a greater degree of caution.

As the gravity field that had immobilized the group dissipated, a palpable tension hung in the air. The battlefield had transformed into a battleground of wills, where the overlord’s mechanical precision clashed with Terry’s unwavering determination.

"I understand, you are trying to copy me, but that is a rather rudimentary way of doing so," The overlord said.

Describe Terry ignoring the overlord’s words and then Jumping toward him with all his might. The overlord tried to block the attack, but Terry’s sword cut through it.

As the battle unfolded, the overlord swiftly erected a protective shield using its one intact arm, intercepting Terry’s relentless assault. The impact of Terry’s strike was immense, pushing the monstrous entity several meters backward as the clash of forces reverberated through the air.

The overlord’s surprise was palpable as Terry’s onslaught continued, the sheer speed and precision of his attacks causing the shield to shatter into countless fragments. Despite the overlord’s attempts to defend itself, it found its defenses compromised by the rapid succession of slashes that Terry unleashed.

In a bid to regain control, the overlord launched a blast of intense cold towards Terry, freezing him over momentarily. However, the icy grip on Terry’s body was short-lived. With a fiery determination that seemed to defy the laws of nature, Terry’s form began to burn with an intense heat, akin to a raging volcano. In a breathtaking display of power, he propelled himself forward, colliding with the overlord’s head.

The impact was cataclysmic, and the frigid exterior of the overlord’s head began to melt under the searing heat radiating from Terry. The transformation was rapid and violent, as the frozen shell gave way to the molten onslaught.

"This is their payback, even after death, they will have their revenge," Terry said.

"It is useless, even with their traits, you still can’t defeat me," the overlord declared. "Their blood won’t last forever either."

"I don’t need this forever," Terry said.

As the battle raged on, the overlord’s tactical retreat was evident as it took flight, ascending toward the open dome above. The creature’s mobility was an advantage it sought to exploit, and it propelled itself upward with a mix of grace and urgency.

However, Terry was relentless. With a powerful kick to the air, he defied gravity and followed the overlord into the skies, his determination driving him to pursue the enemy regardless of the altitude. The skies became their battleground, a realm where the laws of physics seemed to bend under the force of their clash.