Dimensional Descent

Adelan was startled.

He had indeed become a bit bored of this job because it was nothing but repeating the same things over and over again, while watching money he had no fate with being exchanged.

However, as a member of one of the Cataclysm Factions, he had great pride in his heart to be able to step foot in this place at all.

He hadn't been in the Void Palace previously, and actually came after the Cataclysm Generation. As such, this Void Palace was the only one he knew, and he most definitely didn't recognize Leonel and Aina.

All he knew was that while this wasn't the first time someone had tried to disrupt the status quo, they all had the very same ending.

"Stop!"

Adelan shot to his feet, the intent in his eyes blazing. Although he could call the guards over, with how boring this job was, how could he not want to take action personally? Plus, relying on guards wasn't necessary in the slightest. Weren't they all geniuses here?

In addition, while the Cataclysm Generation was the most famous, the generations that came after were very well known for their talent as well, especially as the influence of Earth spread further and further, and more geniuses began to be born beneath the halo a world with a high degree of potential.

Adelan himself was from quite a famous generation, one that entered two years after the Void Palace was officially re-established. As such, he was well into the Sixth Dimension and the strength he had at his fingertips was not small in the slightest. It was just that he wasn't a very prominent figure of his own generation, or else how could he be manning a kiosk?

His fist whistled over not even an instant after his words fell, but his roar alone had caught the attention of countless individuals. Although this wasn't exactly a quiet space, the roar of a Sixth Dimensional genius couldn't be underestimated.

The coldness in Leonel's eyes only flickered with more intensity.

it was true that no one remembered him, but then again, could he blame him? Even back then, how famous had he been? He was still considered to be a small time disciple, a very long way from the Sector Rank and even longer from the Domain Rank, it couldn't be said that his name was enough

he would make sure that

single palm. He didn't push out, nor did he apply any strength forward, he simply raised it, almost

with even more force when

BANG!

before a miserable

bone in his arm had suddenly crumbled to dust. He fell back,

over and

like this? No, more importantly, who could

was thinking this, Leonel simply looked down at Adelan's convulsing

Runes, he'd be comparable to a Higher Class demon at best. Is this

didn't give Adelan

all alerted. Today was the turn of the

is going on

before he could even get an answer, Leonel pierced out with two

nonsense. Every time he tapped at the air, blood would

even the slightest, but he wasn't fast either. It was like he was taking his time to ensure that this was imprinted onto the memories of all those

their chests, and there were even some who suffered wounds to their necks that left them in

commotion only grew larger and larger to the point that even those surrounding the Void Tower in

the second "checkpoint". It was clear that these Factions and Parties had set up multiple such points to ensure that no one could sneak in. To

weight on those forming a barrier around it, a suffocating pressure threatening