Dimensional Descent

Joyce's expression changed as well. She was a fist expert, but without having her feet beneath her, the strength she could muster was limited.

Seeing Joyce in trouble, Franco had long since moved. Just when it seemed her head would be pierced through, he had jumped from the back of his beast onto hers, reaching out to grab the rope dart out of the air.

Hulot sneered, her usually pretty features looking quite sinister at the moment. Trying to grab her weapon? Did he have a death wish?

Franco's body shuddered as he made contact, his entire arm going numb. He was blown backward, his body landing amidst their running beasts and rolling onto the ground.

"Franco!"

Joyce leapt down without hesitation.

Suddenly, it wasn't just Noah who was caught in a no man's land. Joyce, Karolus and Franco had all been knocked from their beasts, stuck in the midst of two charging armies.

As though this wasn't bad enough, the small troop of elites they had left behind had swiftly caught up and were now bearing down as the first wave.

Keiza smiled, swirling the wine glass in her hand. She and her mother took a long sip at the same time, their hearts filled with the sweet feeling of victory. What they liked the most was to watch their enemies writhe beneath their fingers, unable to extricate themselves.

Leonel's expression was frighteningly cold. He had been occupied with the charging army and couldn't easily extricate himself. By the time he could, the damage was done.

His spear whipped outward, a light roar clearing the surrounding five meter space as he turned back without hesitation. Whether it was for his cousin or his brother Franco, how could abandoning them ever be a choice?

By this point, Druid and Droet had recovered from the shock of Noah's survival. They flicked their wrists, one of them targeting the little mink and the other targeting Noah. So long as they fused their attacks with enough Force, phasing through them wouldn't be so easy.

choice but to leap forward, brandishing his little claws

not only had Druid and Droet kicked him, but they had amplified their

only watch with despair as the rope dart approached. But right then, his despair

his life right now,

meters. Ignoring the pain, he punched out with

Even so…

BANG!

entire right arm shattered and

catching Noah as his body shrunk. At this moment, his expression wasn't just cold, it was frighteningly dark. The air rippled around him,

couldn't possibly continue forward without Leonel. The moment they saw that he had turned back, they did so as well. They were his brothers,

sides, clamping until there was no direction to go. Whether it was forward, backward, to the left or to the right, there was nothing

night air was suffocatingly humid. The blood and sweat of

take. High up, the Morales Ancestors could only sigh. Though it was

up. The foul stench of blood and sweat didn't seem to ruin

her an excellent view. Seeing

longer running?"

While his life wasn't in danger, for now, his ability to fight was likely shot. At least that was the case before Leonel palms

disregard. What good was acting cool and aloof when you had lost before the eyes of everyone? "Indeed, you have the capital to be calm. Even for me, I can't stop you from crushing your badge and giving up right this moment. Though you might lose face for wagging your tongue harder than your fists, losing a bit of

point, Huon and Droet didn't even bother to pile on. Nothing they could say could ever be as sinister as what this woman's venomous tongue

what a whore's spawn could do. I didn't expect

her, but these words seemed to have left a disgusting taste in her mouth. No, it

redeeming qualities, but it's as the saying goes, we all have our vices. Your mother's vice just happens to

become. It was as though she was recalling everything she hated in an