Dimensional Descent

Several pupils constricted, a chilly wind sliding up their backs as Narat's howl pierced through the atmosphere.

Since he didn't learn from his predecessors, he could suffer double their fate.

Leonel's Spear Force spiraled like a drill, shredding Narat's arms to pieces.

And since Leonel didn't need him to go off and report anything, he didn't need his legs anymore either.

The shrieks of pain and horror curdled blood, spikes of horror piercing into the hearts of all those that saw this scene. No one doubted the message that Leonel was trying to send.

Despite the fact Narat had kept his life, it was a fate worse than death. He was a mere Level 4 Galaxy Ranked disciple. Though he had some talent, it wasn't enough for a top level Faction to invest into him. So, who could possibly cure such injuries for him?

He might have a chance if he begged his family members for help, but that would just ensure that any ambition he had ever had in his lifetime was finished. And that was only if Leonel's Spear Force was normal. As for if even millions of Void Points could heal such injuries from Leonel's current Spear Force, it was hard to tell.

At that moment, a whip suddenly cracked through the air. It was vicious and fast, faster than any movement that the human body could ever make. It was this sort of speed that made the whip such a dangerous weapon even in Third Dimensional worlds, let alone here.

Emonie didn't hold back in the slightest, aiming right for the back of Leonel's head as though she was intent on piercing right through it. She had already decided that if she didn't fight with intent to kill Leonel first and worry about everything else later, then they would most definitely be at a severe disadvantage.

compare to the entourage

had been given when they entered the Palace, what rank

was a life sentence they would never crawl out from, for higher level galaxies, there were only so many Golden

of these talented disciples started near the top

other disciple ranks, which were divided into nine, Nominal disciple ranks were different. There was only one holistic group, and everyone was arranged into a leaderboard. If you wanted to

considered to be average, this was the category someone like Narat fell into. It had taken even decades

to be above average and a decent talent. Within 10 years and you could be considered to be in the 90th percentile of Void Palace

of disciples, so this was still quite a number of individuals. There was a reason why Leonel's village was titled 0012. All four digits were

or Eliot, both took less than 10 years to reach the Galaxy Rank, and now they were both Level 4 Galaxy Ranked

to Leonel's head. The instant it crossed the odd circle of wind rushing around Leonel's feet, a line of golden Spear Force manifested, splitting the whip in

was a Silver Grade weapon, how could it

eye, the Spear Force appeared between

So… So fast.

roar left Eliot's lips, his body lighting up with radiant blue