Dimensional Descent

Chapter 907: Shrill Cry

Leonel's aura continued to rise as one group after another fell to their knees. It felt like no matter how hard they tried, there was simply nothing they could do before his majesty. They could only watch in horror as the head of a genius spun through the air before landing on the ground with a dull plop.

Let alone the enemy organizations, even those to Leonel's back were in shock. It wasn't just that he dared to appear here, but also that he had taken just a single strike to deal with Rafthin who had just moments ago displayed a strength that made them all shiver.

Wissan's chubby cheeks trembled. The moment he saw Leonel attack, he felt the threat of death force the hair on the back of his head to stand tall. Out of reflex, he formed as many shields as he could in the blink of an eye and shot backward. However, even then, his knees continued to tremble, a deep fear taking root in his heart.

Emna clutched two daggers so forcefully that despite her palms never having touched the blade, blood still began to fall from them.

Her senses were even sharper than Wissan and Rafthin's. After Leonel appeared, she didn't move a single inch because she felt that it wouldn't make a difference. Whether she was one meter away or a hundred, it would only take a single thought for her to die. The only way for her to have preserved her life on this day was to not have stepped onto the battlefield at all.

Of course, Emna was also smart enough to know that Leonel's appearance here was like a death sentence to Valiant Heart, but who cared? She would be dead by then. Why should she care about her organization ultimately winning in the end?

"HOW DARE YOU?!"

Rage filled roars rose up from the backline of the three organizations. Their auras surged forward, trying to dispel Leonel's hold on their armies, but it was to no avail.

toes, the glimpse of his sole, and the casual flex of his ankle made his actions seem as mundane as they could. And

a foot it moved in an arc left behind another

up his Spear Domain Lineage Factor to fire

out exactly the position his body had been to relay it to [Harmonic Spear]

that this low level technique would

PCHU.

had been aware that he was about to die from start

He died. Humiliated.

none of them had the ability to fly, so they could only take large leaps forward, crossing hundreds of meters at

elder from Rusted Blade with the exaggeratedly large great sword that had previously made Leonel chuckle, the old woman with a foot in the grave from Crimson Hall, and finally the silent old

his chest. They had never thought that such a thing would have happened right at the start of the battle. There was supposed to be a tacit agreement against such

saw Leonel's face, they suddenly understood that his appearance couldn't have possibly been related to Valiant Heart. Sending him out, especially when the battle had just begun and they weren't anywhere near being in dire straits, was foolish

of his own volition was obvious to anyone with half a brain. However, why would they give up this

shook the skies. "My Crimson Hall won't rest until only one of us remains! Such a