Dimensional Descent

No one expected for Leonel to survive a single exchange. But, by some means only known to himself and the three men who chased after him, he had managed to do exactly that, streaking toward the collapsed seating section Heira's dead body was currently sliding down from, a trail of blood following her descent.

The three Fifth Dimensional guards' heavy step shattered the ground even more resoundingly than anything Leonel could have accomplished. But, the result was them being trapped knee deep for just a moment.

In that instant of time, they had a horrifying thought… Had he done it on purpose…?

Even if Leonel was trying to get rid of Milan as quickly as possible, shattering the arena with his foot before was still overkill, no? Could he really have shattered it for the expressed purpose of facilitating their entrapment?

If the arena wasn't so damaged to begin with, a simple falter of their steps wouldn't have forced them to lag behind for so long, let alone be trapped knee deep.

The intuition of a Fifth Dimensional expert was scary despite the fact none of them had mental abilities. Whether it was true or not, a hint of caution was birthed in their hearts. But, by the time they ripped themselves out from the ground, their heads snapped in the direction of Leonel, he was already three quarters of the way to the collapsed seating arrangements.

The guards immediately reacted, shooting toward Leonel and catching up quickly. But, they were soon horrified to find Leonel picking up Heira's corpse by the neck and throwing it hard into the crowd.

It was as though they were watching their own hearts being thrown across the room.

They obviously had no feelings for Heira. In fact, in the last two years, not many had good opinions toward her at all. She seemed to have sunk into an obsession and all her time was spent in a rage. Taking on the task of guarding her was already thankless, but now even those horrors seemed benign to what was happening now.

Guild, this wasn't just about losing a family member of the Head. Heira was hardly worth much in the eyes of Augustus, or else Anared would have never

an issue

the Shield Cross Stars branches in their territory had to listen to the whims of

publicly assassinated, but was even being thrown about

to split from the group, leaving booming concentric circles of air as

redoubled their efforts, seething as they shot for Leonel. It was as though with

seating section, his expression cold and indifferent. He didn't even glance toward Havoc

a slab of broke rock, trying not to fall below. But, his trembling hands

simply struck out a palm, causing the already partially collapsed rock to shatter completely under a combination of his

his escape, Leonel took the most efficient route, not wasting even the slightest bit of effort he

hallway. His body rippled, several clones of himself splitting

even a split moment later, the two guards shot through, but what

Leonel's ran in every

circular circumference. The arena had been like

though, this hallway was wide, being at least 20 meters thick. And, at

it all, his clones rushing toward every location like a swarm of locusts. His skill in [Harmonic Spear] had reached such an impossible point that even sustaining