Dimensional Descent

No one would casually bring out their God Runes. In fact, many would bring out their Ability Indexes long before they chose to do this. A God Rune was the core of someone's being and comprehending it required pouring all of your comprehensions into one. In a way, it was a mirror into your inner being as well as one's strongest trump card.

However, any disciple of the Void Palace, especially those that could be considered geniuses even among this gathering of geniuses like Emonie and Eliot, were decisive. They realized they were in danger in a single instant.

Leonel's palm flipped over.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

For the first time in a long while, the Chain Spear made its appearance. Its sleek black body wrapped in chains vibrated like a flood dragon in its cage.

The moment it appeared, its blade trembled. One could almost hear it roaring into the skies, its excitement palpable.

All those with spears in the surroundings found their weapons becoming agitated, some even finding it difficult to contain themselves and even cracking in the process.

As for those that wielded swords, their weapons seemed to shrink beneath the pressure, hiding deeper into their sheaths and cowering into the corner of the spatial rings they resided in.

Emonie's vines surged for Leonel, but the moment they crossed the circle of wind, they were diced into pieces. It was as though dozens of blades had run through them in all sorts of directions, their bits and pieces falling to the ground without the slightest hint of life.

Eliot shot forward, his speed fast to many, but incomparably slow to Leonel.

Leonel's gaze drifted to Eliot's blue God Runes. They reminded him a lot of the gorillas he had fought in the Void Tower, quite an apropos comparison for a man like this.

Swift.

gorgeous sight, the shimmering

was too late,

mouthful of blood, his rib cage

to Eliot. It was as though it would be blasphemous to his technique

Forceful.

oddly heavy, his hair fluttering in the wind. It had gotten a hint longer in the year without maintenance, dancing into the air like shimmering filaments of pale

BANG!

The air collapsed.

near as fast as the first, and yet it was

and its weight doubling. It wasn't much since the spear had only been 50 pounds to begin with, but when matched with Forceful, Emonie's face could

Hers weren't designed for defense to begin with, but rather area control. Faced with

hair before she could fall to her knees, the pain of

if her runes weren't meant

them with some meditation, that wasn't the problem. In the middle of battle, doing such a thing would be difficult. It was almost

lethal to most, but with her high vitality and the leaning of her God Runes, she would be just fine even

with a single glance, enough to know this

Leonel's next words, she

my Aina naked, right? Why don't you give everyone here a

and Eliot off. He would thoroughly humiliate the

it could descend, a soft but

"That's enough."

Her expression seemed placid and her