Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 1029: Too Many to Hold

Ethan had already taken a step.

He knew he had to move.

But just as he was about to charge out, two figures left the fleet formation a beat ahead of him.

Desert Queen Kaelira.

Queen Seraphine.

The two of them appeared at the front of the fleet at the same time.

Light spread from their bodies—not mere brightness, but a layered expansion of energy with clear depth to it.

The air thickened. The originally chaotic spatial fluctuations were forcibly suppressed, and even the fissures that kept tearing open stalled for a brief moment.

The light around Seraphine was even purer.

It wasn’t "bright" in any normal sense, but a stabilizing force that could directly fill the seams of space.

Her radiance rolled outward, pinning down a small region ahead. Under her influence, the violently shaking space smoothed out.

The enemy’s motions paused for an instant.

The turbulence in their palms stopped expanding.

The energy fluctuations dropped noticeably.

Seraphine didn’t wait.

She stepped back once, raising both hands.

Light began to gather.

Not as an instant burst, but condensing bit by bit—like flame compressed again and again, gradually taking shape. The glow in her hands swelled rapidly, its outline stretching and unfolding until it became a massive phoenix made of light.

The moment its wings spread, all surrounding light was pulled into it.

Then—

It pressed down.

The phoenix dove from the sky, its trajectory stark and unmistakable, slamming straight into the figures ahead. The instant it made contact, light exploded outward. A shockwave ripped across the area, completely covering that stretch of space.

At the same time, Kaelira was already in.

She didn’t slow.

She moved blazingly fast, her body carving a clean line through the void as she pierced straight through the heart of the blast and plunged into the middle of them.

Her strikes carried no hesitation. Every hit was force compressed to the extreme, landing directly on her targets.

Close-quarters suppression.

The spatial turbulence was forced to break.

In that region, the two queens’ power formed a stable confrontation, and the spatial turbulence that had been pouring out came to a dead stop.

The situation was yanked back by sheer force.

The pressure on the fleet eased instantly.

Ethan stood at the front of the bridge, eyes locked on the battlefield. Only after he confirmed those things could no longer keep releasing turbulence did he speak.

"Keep moving."

The fleet surged forward again.

The massive formation skirted the battle zone and swept past from the side at speed, while a portion of the ships split off to support the fight up front.

For the moment, the situation was held down.

But that balance didn’t last long.

Just as the fleet finished slipping past those figures, the space ahead changed again.

The distant void began to contract.

A far larger outline slowly surfaced from behind the fissures.

It wasn’t humanoid.

Its arms extended grotesquely long, and at the ends weren’t hands at all, but two fully formed steel blades—straight-edged, their rims flashing with cold light.

Above its head, a huge, club-shaped object hovered, rotating slowly. Each turn brought a faint distortion to the surrounding space. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

It didn’t move.

But just by standing there, the space around it was already warping.

The air on the bridge turned heavy again.

That power—

Was even more violent than before.

Ethan forced down the surging breath in his chest. He only adjusted his breathing for half a beat, and the power inside him was already back up.

The next instant, the energy around him burst outward. White lightning climbed up along his arms and gathered rapidly in front of his palm.

It wasn’t an ordinary ball of light, but an energy sphere forcibly compressed to the limit. Layer upon layer of white lightning coiled around its surface. Arcs snapped back and forth, cracking with a sharp, grating burst.

The already-unstable void around them was tugged by that force. The "air" here shivered as if it were being torn apart, and even the light began to wobble.

Ethan raised his hand—and hurled the energy sphere down with all his strength.

The white sphere left his grasp without the slightest hesitation, carving a searing trail as it shot straight for the massive monster.

Before it even truly connected, the lightning wrapped around the sphere whipped ahead and raked across the creature’s body. A string of sizzling, tearing crackles detonated through the void.

When the sphere slammed into it head-on, the destructive force compressed inside finally exploded in full. White thunderlight burst from the impact point, gnawing viciously into the monster’s shoulder.

A chunk of flesh was shaved clean off.

That enormous body tilted to one side. Its shoulder was charred black, and white arcs still danced along the ragged edge.

The violent pressure it had been radiating out... showed a clear break after that hit.

Ethan saw it perfectly.

So it wasn’t as troublesome as he’d imagined.

He was about to go in personally and finish it for good—but the void around them changed first.

At first, it was only a few spots in the distance, space twisting lightly. Then those distortions spread, like invisible hands on the other side wrenching this stretch of emptiness open by force.

One spatial vortex after another yawned open around the battlefield. Their rims spun at high speed, their interiors sunk in heavy blackness, chaotic currents rolling ceaselessly at their mouths.

Then something walked out.

Not one or two—

But in swarms.

Endless monsters emerged one after another from those spatial vortices. The moment their feet touched this void, the surrounding pressure dropped another notch.

Their sizes varied, but their presence was uniformly oppressive. Every single one carried violent power fluctuations. The instant they appeared, they tightened the battlefield again, which had already been pushed to a boiling point.

And what stabbed the eye most was their chests.

Embedded there was a blood-red gemstone.

At first glance, it looked like an energy core—set into the most vital part of their bodies, giving off a suppressed red glow.

But the next moment, as power surged through several of the monsters, those blood-red gems lit up outright—red-hot, searing. The energy inside wasn’t maintaining their bodies at all. It bulged and spewed outward along the surface, brimming with raw aggression.

Ethan’s brow drew tighter, little by little.

Seeing this, he understood—this fight was no longer something they could end with a short burst of suppression.

They were going to have to fight a decisive battle here.

He didn’t waste time. His breathing sank, and the power in his body climbed again. Vast energy rolled off him, gathering above his head at high speed, condensing into one sphere after another—each compressed to the extreme.

Lightning covered the surface of those spheres. Arcs tugged between them, turning the surrounding void a blinding, snow-bright white.