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!"

ropes yet. They had had overwhelming numbers, and though they had to team up for victory, this had helped them to save quite a lot

this time Leonel didn't have any terrain changers to use to his advantage. Even so, their numbers,

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

them were as good

the people of the

it was Leonel and his group that was at a disadvantage in number. Not only were they disadvantaged in terms of numbers, but they were also

had seemed insane, this was even

this was especially so given the fact that if he was struggling so much with a Silver-Grade

faced in the Gold-Grade upgrade challenge be at least a hundred times more than the around 10 000 of the Silver-Grade, because it was a fusion path he was taking, it would be three times more than

logic, it made no sense for Leonel to be pushing

able to enter the Gold-Grade anytime soon

Leonel took a deep

was clear, but the determination was

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

moment, one after another, countless troll beasts appeared in the skies, each

then hundreds, then thousands, then

Earth Dragon after another began to appear, their enormous bodies blotting out the skies. They,

huffed and puffed, veins popping up across his