Dimensional Descent

The third individual was a hulking man, standing at three meters tall and dwarfing even Wymlan. He was the genius of the Taur family, Armand Taur.

Just like this, three geniuses of the Cataclysm Generation had appeared one another, each exuding an aura that seemed to make the skies tremble and the earth crack. However, they were surprised to find that the organized region they had become used to was not only in disarray, but Conon even found that several members of the Lion Pride Faction were actually bleeding out on the ground.

At that moment, Conon's good mood vanished into thin air.

"WHO DARES?!"

His words came out in a lion-like roar, wisps of golden Force shooting out from his lips like a sonic attack. But it didn't even seem like he had done this consciously, it was more like his power had become a part of the very fabric of his being.

Conon's gaze almost turned bloodshot, his eyes sweeping over the surroundings until he locked onto Valor and the others who had been approaching the tower to watch. At that moment, Conon's gaze locked onto Valor, the aggression in his expression increasing manifold.

In his mind, Valor was the only one with the balls to do such a thing, and he was probably the only one with the power to dare to do so as well.

"You did this?!" Conon growled.

The truth was that Conon's speculations weren't exactly poor. After all, Valor had indeed entered without paying what others did. If someone had been foolish enough to stop him, then this was a very possible outcome. The difference was, though, that no one would dare to act against Valor.

However, Conon hadn't been here to see this, so there was nothing particularly wrong about his assumption. And, Valor, who was a man of few words to begin with, couldn't even care to explain himself. Even if he did have the mind to explain, he still wouldn't for the mere fact that it would seem as though he was trying to avoid Conon's fury.

Conon Lio. If the latter

already dissatisfied with Valor for obstructing and oppressing them earlier, so why would

as he walked forward, but the heaviness behind them only grew with every oppressive push of his

be showing signs of swaying

long since anyone dared to provoke him like this. Did his Lion's Pride Faction look like something

just as Conon was about to take

"Hm?"

as she looked up. Right then, two large projections manifested themselves, one showing the form of Leonel outfitted in a familiar

"Him?"

he had died. Of course, nothing would be

to take his spot, but in reality, after being surprised, Conon suddenly began to laugh again, his voice booming across

perfect,

things around to better optimize their growth, everyone of the Cataclysm Generation had entered one

he was laughing now was that they had also

that it had been only a year since he had met Conon, at least from