Dimensional Descent

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The battlefield was entirely filled with Leonel's roar and the sound of sharpening blades. The spear was one of the most frequently used weapons, especially in such a battle, but that only made the sudden change even more exaggerated.

One after another, spearmen of all shapes, sizes, genders, and even races, suddenly found that they had no ability to control their weapons any longer. Some tried to struggle, but it felt entirely useless as their spears fought against them harder and harder.

If things had ended at just this, it might have been fine, but suddenly those that didn't use spears at all found their weapons uncontrollably lowering as their spearmen counterparts found their weapons rising. It seemed that not only was Leonel's aura forcing the spears to go wild, but it even directly suffocating the Forces of other weapons, crushing them beneath the tidal wave that was his presence.

The blinding lights of Spear Force concentrated into the radiant crown around Leonel's head and two blazing torches where his eyes should have been.

At that moment, just when it seemed like it was over, Leonel's aura erupted once more, his Spear Force shredding past the barrier of the Fifth Dimension and entering the Sixth. Those that sensed this not-so-subtle change couldn't help but freeze, one, realizing such oppression had come from a mere Fifth Dimensional weapon Force, and two, realizing that that already oppressive aura was only becoming more suffocating.

The only regions the Cloud Race could use to escape were the scars that Leonel had created, but at the same time, it was those very same scars that Leonel's Spear Force was still being unleashed upon.

Maia quickly realized with an exceptionally ugly expression that she was among the very few that could probably force her way through. Anyone beneath the Seventh Dimension couldn't even get close without being instantly shredded to pieces, and even for those that had crossed this barrier, the difficulty was not small.

What made matters worse was that they didn't bring any large scale flying treasures, they could only rely on their Cloud Figure movement technique to try to escape through the skies, but this left them even more vulnerable than normal.

Force shredded those who were on

of his surroundings. The forcefulness of his breakthrough was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, as though every fiber of his being was evolving. He was becoming about as different as

nothing but his Ethereal Glabella before, resetting himself to the very beginning. And yet even those experiences

to describe it was... being born. He was being

on any longer. Some of their spears directly turned to ash. The few that were somewhat better among them soared

all other weapons

their hilts, daggers seemed to vanish into endlessly deep pits, polearms buried their blades, their polearms trembling above ground as though they didn't dare to show any more

the very center of the world, his voice resounding through

input. And when his eyes snapped open, the blinding spear light coming from them finally calming, the world seemed to

of sweat. Every aspect of his body seemed perfectly structured and

eyes, pervading every crevice and crack of the battlefield as it left

Maia. The last echoes of his Spear Force still blocked the scar above and below, but it definitely didn't seem like it

sharpened and his brows furrowed. This was troublesome. The gap between him and Maia wasn't small, even

what are you

was still trying to get his breath while fixing up his clothing, couldn't help but fall into silence. Didn't you just have a big and overwhelming breakthrough? Weren't you very great just a second

Galaeron mumbled, taking a breath and

eyes with Maia and