Dimensional Descent

Ingram and Rayner felt their souls leave their bodies. They hadn't even sensed when the little mink attacked but in that moment they felt as though there wasn't a single thing they could do to fight back against it.

Light Force should have been the perfect counter to Dark Elemental Force. But, why was it that it felt like the exact opposite right now?

The group of Division Heads fell into absolute chaos. It was clear that Leonel's speed in dealing with these enemies had fallen drastically, but none of his fire had waned. In fact, with every passing moment, it felt as though Leonel was quickly becoming a rising star of his own.

The rain became heavier and the steam became denser. Soon, it was difficult to see just three meters ahead of you.

Without a choice, the Division Heads could only rely on their Internal Sight, but it was then that they realized that this was the worst decision they could have possibly made.

In that moment, it felt like Leonel was both everywhere and nowhere all at once. Trails of sparkling Star Force sprinkled about the battlefield, giving it a beauty that didn't match the carnage it was experiencing. Limbs flew about and cries of pain pierced the veil.

Ingram and Rayner managed to survive the first exchange. Now that they were keenly aware of the danger of the little mink, they split their attention between Leonel and Little Blackstar, unwilling to end up like their counterpart had.

When these two formed a team, the strength they displayed wasn't just additive. However, in all their caution, they didn't realize just how many of their fellow Division Heads were being cut down by Leonel himself.

"Dammit!" Ingram growled.

He pulled out a second sword, a light silver glow wrapping around him. They couldn't allow things to continue like this.

The familiar sequence of took form.

"Cover me!"

didn't need to be told twice, pulling out a white leather whip from his hip.

being able to see just three meters, he

expertise of a veteran. He had learned long ago that pushing your speed to the limit all the time didn't make you a better sword master.

out that such tricks were worthless before Leonel. In fact, using a technique that Leonel was familiar with before him was akin

golden spear upon his forehead flashed as he took an in-step, counterintuitively giving up his range advantage

from this vantage point, Rayner's whip had instantly been rendered

gaze flashed, his spear vanishing. His fist hit Ingram squarely in the chest before the latter could react,

second sword completely off course. He thought that it was a coincidence at

that the space behind him had stacked several times. Leonel's Spatial Domain had made the several meter distance to Ingram's back as much as

practically become

BANG!

body finally shot out, appearing before Rayner in an instant. The stacking of space had immediately been reversed and shortened instead, resulting in

air in his body shoot out in a torrent,

protecting Ingram's chest burst into flames and

all that billowing fog, but every so often someone frantic and screaming would run out for their lives, rushing away as fast as their legs would

a blinding crimson light, the smallest hint of violet fighting for a small corner along

the same fiery momentum he had been slowly building up. Even his spear itself had begun to glow with a slight rosiness, impacted

BANG!

an arrow suddenly shot through the

Leonel rose his left hand out and to the side,

and several complex shield shaped yellow crystal formations

was over three meters