Dimensional Descent

The appearance of a third City placed the already reeling Capital even further onto its backfoot.

There were four City Lords that stood above the rest. By some wisp of luck, Earth had managed to get rid of one of them in City Lord White. However, that unfortunately left three still remaining. And now… These three had all aimed their weapons toward the Ascension Empire's core.

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Hutch brandished his blade, his unkempt gray hair whistling in the wind like dried strands of straw. Blood caked his body, his rusted blade especially dripping with copious amounts.

He crossed the battlefield with a certain level of confidence to him. Everywhere he passed, time seemed to distort and slow, only for another life to be reaped. His presence alone seemed to stop the continuous defeats the Slayer Legion suffered.

Raynred's sneer finally thinned seeing such a scene. Even at such a distance, he could feel danger emitting from Hutch's blade. He felt that he would stand no chance beneath it, a reality that he simply couldn't fathom.

This Hutch had at best recently broken into the Fourth Dimension while he himself was already in the Fifth Tier of the Fourth Dimension. There shouldn't be anything that could bridge such a gap.

Was the difference between their abilities really so drastic?

Worlds like Terrain which were lacking in talent often placed great emphasis on their Force cultivation. This bred the illusion that one's diligence was far more important than the talent one was born with. However, it was just that… an illusion.

Between two people who had vastly different levels of talent, Force cultivation was almost irrelevant. Leonel himself was continuously battling foes many times stronger than him in terms of foundation and he never once paused to think about what Tier they had reached.

wasn't just ability. It was that

old man had pulled, but the skill with which he used that blade was beyond comprehension. It should be the Four Seasons Realm… but why was it that there

like it's

was startled out of his thoughts, only to find that his father along with Head Falls

scene, Raynred's lips curled up again. He hadn't known why his old man and the others hadn't stepped onto the battlefield yet. But, now that they were here, this farce could finally come

Heads wasn't firmly in Tier 7

…

actions took a tremendous amount of pressure off of the frontlines. With his level of training, the restraints this odd debuff had on him

medium. Or, more accurately, not everyone could tap into it to the

hundreds of times more difficult back then. Hutch was practically the only one who could reach such a stage without issue. And, even then, had he been born in a Higher

after you

gaze red. He screamed at the corpses floating on

it was clear that her flames were even weaker than they had been when she met Leonel despite the fact they had long since evolved to be tens of times

like a tornado of blades. His actions seemed no different from a butcher hacking meat,

"Die!"

laced with anger. The veins across his wrinkled body pulsed,

enemy troops, three figures came dashing out of the army, each moving with such speed that the waters beneath their feet sliced apart as though a large blade ran

Raynred and a Tier