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.'

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 influence another's

I'm unable to sense

believed that even if

that these people were completely unaware of his level to begin with. After all, they seemed to be cautious about acting on

Way Guild wouldn't dare to be so brazen. I would dare to assume that over half of their profit is reliant on Force Crafters and Force Pill Crafters. Offending someone who just became a Tier 3 Bronze Crafter

to me, huh?

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

split moment, his expression never changing. Those who were currently monitoring him would never guess that in just that

it's like this, maybe this could be an

the treasure house. His

the Guild House, he was greeted by the fresh scent of this world once again. Long stretches of green grass, perfectly paved roads, little pockets of exotic flowers

feet glided across this grass, his sweatpants having been rolled up to his calves. By this point, he had even removed his shirt, revealing an exceptionally cut body that pulsed

be destroyed. There was only so much the silver chain dangling from his neck could do about

King's Might to be the lens he saw the world through. It gave him the feeling of someone riding an emotional high, completely in tune with the world

the alarms of