Dimensional Descent

1960 Interesting

Every action Leonel took seemed to remind him of the words he had spoken back then. Every genius that fell caused another pang of regret to light their hearts, another surging pain and unwillingness coursing through their veins.

It was at that moment that some began to realize that Leonel had done this on purpose. Every time he killed, they would be reminded of their words, reminded of what could have been, reminded that everything that was happening now was their fault.

Whether they acknowledged that in the future and didn't blame Leonel himself was entirely unknown. However, what was certain was that they would know the truth in their hearts.

Armand had never wanted to enter the Heir Wars to begin with, it was they who had made him, they who had ignored his wishes. He could have been home right this moment, lounging as he normally did. But now he was lying in a pool of his own blood.

"Ruthless, too ruthless." Ancestor Golddark said coldly. This time, he didn't bother to seek an answer from the Morales family, he only said this to stoke the flames. His Golddark family wouldn't be the only one to suffer, and if there was an opportunity to retaliate, they also wouldn't be alone.

However, when he glanced over at the Morales Ancestor, all he saw was pride in their eyes and sneers on their lips. This group of madmen didn't seem to give a damn.

"Gather up," Leonel's voice called out as he lowered his gaze from the skies.

"We'll begin the Silver-Grade upgrade now"

"Yes!"

They had had overwhelming numbers, and

horizon, they would once again have a tough challenge ahead of them, and this time Leonel didn't have any terrain changers to

than the first time around. The Skies family members, at least the majority of them,

were as good as a

a surprise to the people of the Human Domain. This relatively unknown race of

his group that was

insane, this was even

especially so given the fact that if he was struggling so much with a Silver-Grade upgrade, there was absolutely no way he would be able to deal with the

the around 10 000 of the Silver-Grade, because it

this logic, it made no sense for Leonel to be

be able to enter the Gold-Grade anytime soon

a deep breath and closed

again, the fatigue within them was clear, but the determination was even clearer. These

one was standing to his back, it would be possible to see a silvery-gold glow shimmering through the back of his

troll beasts appeared in the skies, each valiantly wearing

then hundreds, then thousands,

another began to appear, their enormous bodies blotting out the skies. They, too, looked exceptionally valiant donning their own violet armor, their

huffed and puffed, veins popping up