Dimensional Descent

A mad howl left Elthor's lips, a wild Dark Elemental Force surging about his body.

The members of the Arundo family were instantly caught off guard. They had only formed their formation on a whim and hadn't really considered its flaws. Elthor's explosion in speed wasn't' something they were able to react to appropriately, leaving them at a loss.

Light Elemental Force was well known for a few of its abilities. Its speed, its piercing ability or its ability to solidify and concentrate, and its healing ability. Though these things could vary depending on the exact type in question, these were general abilities all Light Elemental Forces seemed to share.

Dark Elemental Force, however, was different. It was known for its concealment ability, its heaviness, its looseness and gaseous-like form, and, for lack of a better term, its cursing ability.

If these things were to be summarized, it would be that Light Elemental Force was good at giving something of itself, while Dark Elemental Force was good at taking for itself.

In that moment, while it felt like Elthor's speed had increased explosively, what had actually happened was that everyone around him had slowed down. The same had even happened with Osron's arrows, but the effect was so perfectly timed that even Osron himself didn't seem to have noticed the change.

The shock of the Arundo immediately shifted to fury. They might have been second to the three main families, but that didn't change their view of themselves. To the rest of this Sector, they were still noble and esteemed, to have one of their own killed before them like this was a great humiliation.

Unfortunately… Their rage didn't seem to move the needle one way or another. As for why… That was because Elthor hadn't finished venting either.

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the stage, a singular young man standing at the center. Elthor's white hair seemed particularly blinding amidst all the crimson, his breathing

seemed to just be one. Orinik didn't seem too fazed by this result. He would just give the spot to

sort of atmosphere permeating around the arena. Though Elthor hadn't killed everyone in his group, there were quite a number that had been cut down, never to rise up again. While a few that had lost out fled the stage, many more would never

Elthor feel bad? Not at all. To him, this was no different from a battlefield. If you didn't have

women who lived lives of mostly leisure, he had a

had, Elthor realized that this wasn't a joking matter, nor would making it into the Void Palace be all sunshine and rainbows. From here on out, they would wade through a sea of corpses. If those here couldn't clear this

still only Tier 1. And, for the sake of the second day ahead, he had refrained from using his trump cards, making things even

boos suddenly began to fall from

of another race taking such a resounding victory against

of the Void Palace disciples and the actions of Ganor earlier making many too apprehensive to step out of line, they might have started

inwardly shook

had let him come with Leonel, Elthor knew his old man quite well. With how stubborn he was, the likelihood that he would allow the Oryx to follow Leonel was

Compared to his Oryx counterparts, he was about as close to human as you could get. From him, in

maximize their Hyper Evolution state under Leonel, his father still chose to go his own way. And, seeing such a reception,

'Hm?'