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.'

had were all related to this Lineage Factor. Whether it was his creation of new

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

targeting him right now likely believed that his control was far greater than his raw Internal Sight. They believed that even if they couldn't match him in control, the quality of their Internal Sight should be beyond his since they were stronger. As such, they didn't need to

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

brazen. I would dare to assume that over half of their profit is reliant on Force Crafters and Force Pill Crafters. Offending

up to me,

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

deductions in a split moment, his expression never changing. Those who were currently monitoring him would never guess that in just that second, he had

like this, maybe this could be an

slicked his hair back, rolling his neck as he stepped toward the exit of the treasure house. His face didn't

greeted by the fresh scent of this world once again. Long stretches of

having been rolled up to his calves. By this point, he had even removed his shirt, revealing an exceptionally cut body that pulsed with a bronze life

wearing clothing into battle was just asking for them to be destroyed. There was only so much the silver chain dangling from his neck

meditating as he walked, his body entering an odd state. Leonel allowed his King's Might to be the lens he saw the world through. It gave him the feeling of

that the alarms of the