Dimensional Descent

Just as the whip was about to connect, a wild distortion formed.

Before the young man could react, the tip of his whip, which had just been moments away from crushing what was left of Eliot's manhood, suddenly appeared before his face.

BANG!

The young man's face distorted, his jaw shattered and his tongue nearly being cut in two.

He skid along the ground, his body shooting off into the distance.

Before he even landed, the humiliation had welled up in his heart. He had actually been slapped by his own weapon, in the history of the Void Palace, this was maybe the first time such a thing had happened.

He crashed into the ground, holding his jaw as his body was shaken by pain. If it wasn't for his relative immunity to lightning, the effects would have been even more drastic than it was here and now. He might have even lost his life.

At that moment, another member of the Faction came rushing over, clutching a spatial ring in their hands. Seeing such a scene, they didn't even hesitate. They shot forward, ignoring the fallen youth and appearing at the edge of Leonel's formation.

The spatial ring they were clutching flashed, revealing the form of a chain that snaked outward for hundreds of meters. Everywhere it passed, everything would be crushed to pieces.

The youth grabbed onto the end of the chain with two hands, beads of sweat falling down their brows as they pulled hard.

and writhed, eventually closing in around Leonel's formation like a

sound of shattering glass and earth resounded, the formation Leonel had drawn into the ground splintering and splitting as cracks

forward, wrapping around the base of Eliot's stake and crushing

good thing about Leonel's formation was that it decreased the concentration of Anarchic Force a small measure, making it just a bit

and a familiar pain shot through his body. He cried out as he crashed

for just this moment. After pouring their Force into

rushed forward, however those with a more… purposeful light in their eyes were faster, their command Treanna had given them ringing in their ears. Their only thoughts were of

this, there wouldn't even be a question. How could anyone this Eliot's own faction

wasn't meant to

skies. In a single step, Cornelius had crossed the large distance, appearing

of the

causing the latter to fall

only castrate a

his gaze met that of the youth, they looked away with guilty-ridden expressions. As a man who had experienced too much, Cornelius realized that he had really made it just in time. Unfortunately, there was no proof of any wrongdoing so he could only

like his father, he refuses to explain anything even when

to make sure that Leonel didn't cause too much upheaval, and he understood Velasco's temper quite

protect him. While part of the reason Cornelius was willing to mete out punishment to Leonel was because of his own sense of justice, another reason was that he knew that

that Velasco was like a looming threat constantly protecting Leonel's back, but Cornelius knew that Velasco was a man who didn't even lift a finger to bring his own brother out of a pit of despair, let alone his own son. That was just