Dimensional Descent

Chapter 941 - Status

Leonel took a look around and sighed. If those auras could kill, he probably would have exploded several times over by now.

He didn't believe that Anya's disappearance was a coincidence. But, he also didn't think that she was involved in this. It was likely more accurate to say that whoever was moving in on him now had been waiting for exactly this moment. It seemed that his protective charm was gone now.

'They're not moving?'

Leonel's brows raised slightly. After locking onto him, these hostile auras didn't seem intent on moving in on him just yet. It was as though…

'They don't think I can sense them?'

Leonel suddenly realized something. He described this sweeping feeling as 'auras', but the truth was that they were just strands of Internal Sight. This was clearly different from an 'aura', so why was it that he felt that this was an appropriate description? Beyond that, how could he tell they were hostile?

'King's Might.'

around him, that he had were all related to this Lineage Factor. Whether it was his creation of new Mage Arts or a comprehension of a person's mental state all they way up to even being able to

they think I'm unable to sense them.' Leonel almost chuckled

far greater than his raw Internal Sight. They believed that even if they couldn't match him

completely unaware of his level to begin with. After all, they seemed to be cautious about acting on the Guild's grounds and were likely waiting for him

It's either the Milky Way Guild or Shield Cross Stars. But, the Milky Way Guild wouldn't dare to be so brazen. I would dare to assume that over half of their profit is reliant on Force

Stars finally caught up to me, huh? Well,

was a shame. If it was the Guild targeting him, he wouldn't have minded sweeping this treasure house clean. But, he had already

changing. Those who were currently monitoring him would never guess that in just that second, he had already guessed

it's like this, maybe this could be

exit of the treasure house. His face didn't seem to give anything away. His gait was casual and his expression

this world once again. Long stretches of green grass, perfectly paved roads, little pockets of exotic flowers and fishponds… It

this grass, his sweatpants having been rolled up to his calves. By this point, he had even removed his shirt, revealing an exceptionally

just asking for them to be destroyed. There

King's Might to be the lens he saw the world through. It gave him the feeling

alarms of the world began to