Dimensional Descent

Lamorak's expression changed.

He didn't know what Soul Force was, it was a completely foreign concept to him. He had no idea that what Leonel called Soul Force was the very same Spirit Pressure he had known all his life.

This had been deliberate on Leonel's part. Without understanding what was going on, Lamorak only became more hesitant, allowing Leonel a few extra precious seconds. To the current Leonel, every single one of these moments mattered.

Still… it was just for a few seconds.

Lamorak wasn't a fool. He knew whatever was happening now would inevitably help Leonel even if he didn't know what Soul Force was. If he kept hesitating because of the unknown, the role of predator and prey might flip right before his eyes.

Ultimately, he was a veteran general of countless battles. The one thing he didn't lack was decisiveness.

Without hesitation, a fiery red and dense Force shot up around him like flickering flames.

He reached toward his back, pulling a massive, blunt and cylindrical mace from its holster before shooting toward Leonel.

He put his everything into this strike, not holding back in the slightest. He put so much power into his attack that the sturdy polearm of the mace bent into an elegant arc, whistling through the air with an opposingly grating sound.

BANG!

Lamorak was stunned.

twitch, his fingers didn't tremble, his cold eyes didn't waver even as the mace smashed into his body, sending

couldn't help but watch on with a speechless expression.

himself just how much strength he had put into that strike. It was more powerful than any attack

casual strike of his. That alone had been enough

truth, Lamorak had been stunned even back then. After all, a normal person would have been blasted into a cloud of gore

was all. Besides being somewhat stunned, it

Leonel was also not wearing any armor. How could

a breath of relief. It was finally

he wasn't panicking, he was stunned by just how much there was. It couldn't be that Leonel was

spider web of shattered stone hung around him. But, those cold eyes were still there. His gaze never left Lamorak. They didn't flicker with pain or

it was difficult to

"You…"

with a

wall, raising his blunt mace and smashing it

take any measures to move. In fact, the only reason he was staring down Lamorak

willed it, it was impossible to ignore a momentary spike in pain as though he was made of iron. His only choice was to pause his circulation of [Dimensional Cleanse] right before Lamorak hit him. Only like this could he ensure he didn't suffer any backlash. However, without Internal Sight, he could only

even if Lamorak saw it as a form

put his everything into a strike, he would find Leonel's gaze looking back at him as

BANG! BANG! BANG!