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.

Blackstar had no choice but to leap forward, brandishing his little claws as

kicks he had taken head on were taking their toll. But then, not only had Druid and Droet kicked him, but they had amplified their strength through Huon and Hulot, he couldn't gather up any strength without his

rope dart approached. But right then, his despair turned

little he felt that he could control in his life

roared out, his body expanding to 10 meters. Ignoring the pain, he punched

Even so…

BANG!

shattered and

shrunk. At this moment, his expression wasn't just cold,

continue forward without Leonel. The moment they saw that he had turned back, they did so as well. They were his brothers, and then there was his Aina, how could any one of them

was no direction to go. Whether it was forward, backward, to the left or to the right, there was nothing to see but a sea of Libra and

was suffocatingly humid. The blood and sweat of countless

to take. High up, the Morales Ancestors could only sigh. Though it was valiant that Leonel hadn't hesitated to turn back, it seemed that this choice

stench of blood and sweat didn't seem to ruin her appetite at all, in fact it only seemed to make

excellent view. Seeing Leonel and the others encircled in

longer running?" She asked

really was nothing to check. While his life wasn't in danger, for now, his ability to fight was

to be calm. Even for me, I can't

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

what a whore's spawn could

glass over the side of her sedan with an expression of disgust. The blood and gore didn't seem to bother her, but these words seemed to have left a disgusting taste in her mouth. No,

a woman only good for enticing the husbands of others wouldn't have any redeeming qualities, but it's as the saying goes, we all have our vices. Your mother's vice

more she spoke, the deeper the disgust on Keiza's face seemed to become. It was as though she