Dimensional Descent

Chapter 943 - Pumping Blood

Rio and Xander slid along the grass, gripping at their armless shoulders with the only hand they had left. Pain was etched across their faces, a mixture of surprise and horror hiding within.

Leonel might have needed a few exchanges to defeat a usual Tier 4 existence since he wasn't using his sniper rifle. But, who asked Rio and Xander to use the exact weapon that was completely useless against him?

Leonel swept a gaze over the three remaining members before checking the surroundings once again. It seemed that the Guild House was quiet, almost too quiet. A part of that was because they hadn't allowed many people in to accommodate Anya to begin with. But, another part was likely that Shield Cross Stars had already warned them all to stay out of the way.

'I should get out of here as quickly as possible. I don't have the luxury of using this for training. Who knows if they have more reinforcements coming or not?'

Leonel didn't want to fall into a trap of overestimating himself. As confident as he felt right now, it was exactly at such a point that he was the most vulnerable.

His gaze turned cold, a dull fog of violet hanging around him as though to curtail the world.

Leonel's steps shifted, a road of Star Force appearing in his path as he appeared amidst the three remaining warriors.

'[Harmonic Spear].'

air, making it difficult to tell just which trajectory was real and what was fake. The three warriors were immediately

found their bodies being torn into, Leonel's Spear Force slicing their flesh like

so focused on being a part of a team that none of them got the chance to use their abilities before it was too late. Without a chance, they could only watch as their blood sprinkled upon the greenery, dyeing

the side, a whistling projectile streaking

the moment Leonel was most confident in his victory. And yet,

his left palm flipping

BANG!

the archer's visage. Despite standing on a building over a kilometer away, there was no room for dodging. In the split second he hesitated, shocked

disks of Reflective Gold before landing on its target. Though the range was too far for anyone to get a

smooth as the one he had used to bring it out. He had figured that there were likely snipers casting a net around him, but they clearly had their own methods of concealing themselves even from Leonel's Internal Sight. In that case, he could only wait for them to expose themselves. The moment they did, they could consider their lives

rose his now free palm, spreading out his fingers and arching them toward the ground. In that moment, the metallic leg sleeves of the five warriors

Ore as a foundation, but each was constructed

wealth of Shield Cross Stars was beyond Leonel's imagining to

expression on his face. Was this the combat prowess someone at Tier 1 should have? Or was this the fearsomeness

floating around Leonel as though it had become some sort of enigmatic shawl. In the blink of an eye, all the metals were swallowed