Dimensional Descent

Chapter 760 - Fall

Leonel flipped his palm over, causing his spear to vanish.

Mikael seemed to want to press his advantage the moment he saw this. He didn't believe that Leonel was giving up, but that didn't matter. All that did matter to him was that this was a chance to finally end this battle.

Though Leonel had seemed to survive so long because of his speed and agility. Mikael could tell that another large portion of the reason was the length and reach of his spear.

He had never seen such a long spear before. The Crafters of their Kingdom were excellent, but the logistics of forming such a long and flexible spear was a nightmare, especially if you wanted it to carry any strength.

If it wasn't for his Sturdy Title, he felt that he would have already lost his long time partner.

However, would Mikael really have the chance to press such a small advantage? Leonel's spear had hardly disappeared before another one appeared in its place. And, though this one was exactly a meter short of four, Mikael's pupils immediately constricted.

It was the kind of spear that held a presence of its own, a fiery aura that seemed to want to battle against even its own owner. Just laying there in Leonel's palm, it made the energies of the world tremble, its mere existence exuding an undying superiority.

Leonel twirled his spear in his hands, its double blade slicing apart trees tens of meters away with its wind pressure alone. He hardly put any effort in, yet the devastation he wrought had reached an all new level.

'Let's end this.'

He could already see the future where a weapon that had followed him for decades would be split into two,

wishes didn't matter in this regard, not even in

an abrupt halt, the sound of tearing

moment, Leonel

range is too shallow. He won't make

ready to look for a lane

ran from this battlefield, his army would lose the buff he had given them. The instant

though at this point the situation still wasn't in their favor, it was at least far better than the alternative. And, as long as he killed Leonel, the momentum would shift and victory would be his. Such a ragtag group of commoners, what did

contempt. But, what happened next made him feel

limit of his piercing movement, completely short as Mikael had expected,

a snaking chain shooting through the air as the blade continued

steed of decades had its throat pierced, a pained

spear spun in his hands,

a defense he could hardly dent moments ago as though a knife

was split in two. Even though

it spun in his hands, it was almost like a massive meat grinder. Mikael couldn't even

grinding halt, Leonel's spear snapping

begin moving forward again, dozens of trees in the surroundings were sliced into four or five pieces, collapsing to the