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.

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

Every half a foot it moved in an arc left behind another clear

fire multiple times for just a single swing. The result was a single swing being worth up to ten or even more depending on

mapping out exactly the position his body had been to relay it

would have to follow

PCHU.

butter. He didn't stand a chance before he too found himself looking at his headless corpse. However, unlike Rafthin, he had been aware that he

He died. Humiliated.

enraged auras of the elders of the three organizations charged through the army. It seemed that none of them had the ability to fly, so they could only take large leaps forward, crossing hundreds of meters

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

couldn't seem to hold back his rage. He stared at Leonel with a brewing storm threatening to leap from his chest. They had never thought that such a thing would have happened right at the start of the

they 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

fact that Leonel had come out of his own volition was obvious to anyone with half a

of the old woman shook the skies. "My Crimson Hall won't rest until only one of us remains! Such a shameless organization has no right to exist! 'Valiant'?! What exactly is Valiant about