Dimensional Descent

Derrion froze, his fist still hanging out in a punching position, but its momentum having already been stripped away.

He looked down at his chest, his body quivering once before he fell to his knees.

He coughed, blood flowing from his mouth like a waterfall as his radiant armor dimmed and lost its corporeal air. And then, it vanished entirely, his consciousness wavering under the intense pain.

Shockingly enough, though, this pain didn't come from his wound. Leonel's Spear Force was so concentrated, so fast… so Swift, that it made it feel as though he was poked through by a needle. He probably wouldn't even notice the problem until several more seconds passed by.

No, what was truly the intense pain was that he had lost in a single strike to someone who was three Tiers beneath him in strength. This wasn't something he could even fathom.

He had always thought that the only reason the Cataclysm Generation could suppress him was because they were older and of higher Tiers than him. He thought that there was no one who could match him at the same level, even them.

But today, that dream came crashing down, harshly.

The worst part was that Leonel's steps still hadn't paused. He took Aina's hand, not sparing Derrion another glance as he crossed the second checkpoint, his spear having already disappeared as though he had regretted taking it out in the first place.

Leonel felt that he could have defeated back when he was in Tier 9 of the Fifth Dimension so long as he went all out and used his Scarlet Star Force. At best, he was firmly within the standard of Higher Class Demon and wasn't nearly enough for the current Leonel to

could suppress the rest of the Void Palace, the more Leonel realized just how large the gap between

but by this point, no one dared to casually block their way, even the so-called guards didn't make a move, their eyes still locked onto the sorry state of Derrion. If Derrion couldn't last even a single move, what good were their numbers, exactly?

was going to stop Leonel, it would have to be those VIP guests that had already entered the core region, or maybe even one of the participants for today's events. If they got

Palace was a dog eat dog world, how could they put themselves at risk in

the commotion finally came to make their presences known. It had been too long since anyone had dared to stir up a commotion in a region controlled by

when they laid eyes on who it was,

the

just been allowed in. it wouldn't be unreasonable for one of them to have broken through into the Sixth Dimension in that time. Some of the older participants of

a definitive answer, but all they saw was

crowd, though, was well aware of the faces of these

5 and he was an extremely talented individual of the Bow Constellation Alliance. If Nazag was considered to be in a tier all to his own in terms of archery talent, then Chrisdal shared the tier right below along with a few

if Simona was considered to be in a tier all to her own, Quonor could also be considered to be a tier

a half meters tall. His arms and legs were impossibly thick and he had an odd pair of shin guards that were actually a

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