Dimensional Descent

As Leonel was meditating in the depths of a pool of Cleansing Waters, the situation in the Void Palace was only getting worse with every passing moment.

The Domain Ranked disciples that remained had worked their whole lives for this matter, and they carried resolute faces as they faced off against legions of otherworldly beings, but their resolution did nothing to change the fact of the matter: they were entirely outmatched.

In the past, the humans had at least had the advantage of numbers. There were so many roads that they cultivated that there was bound to be at least one a person could excel in. This was about the only advantage humans had over the other races.

However, the Void Palace had suffered devastating losses due to the Cataclysm. And, to make matters worse, even if they hadn't, they were facing the combined numbers from several races at once. Not that they were also missing so many of their own, what chance did they stand?

The Nomad Race, the Cloud Race, the Rapax Race, even the Dwarven Race and the Beast Domain were attacking. It seemed that every single one of them wanted a piece of the pie and they weren't willing to take even a single step back.

They flooded in from five different directions, assaulting the humans on all fronts. They were stretched thin and there was simply nothing that could be done, and this was before even any Ancestors showed up. With the way things looked, it seemed as though the Human Domain would fall without the Eighth Dimensional experts of the other Races even having to lift a hand.

However, there seemed to be good news, even after the first line of defense was breached and the second was halfway through falling, the Spirituals had still not shown up.

The Spirituals rarely participated in conflicts and they didn't seem to care for the land of others. There were a rare few stragglers who came out from time to time to remind the world of the power of their Race, but other than that... there was absolutely nothing.

That said, it had been a long while since the last Eighth Dimensional world had appeared. It would be hard to tell what they would be willing to do in this situation.

they became like a lingering guillotine in the air. But so long as they didn't appear, the situation wasn't

their expression solemn and their wrinkled faces contorted. They could see that the second

the Void Palace has

no signs of those families appearing. The Void Palace wasn't worried that they wouldn't show up, but rather worried that they would show up far too late. They were waiting for everything

Palace had taken a huge blow after they failed to protect so many of their disciples. Many middle-of-the-pack families had sent

called again and it was hard

they don't appear, the

Void Elder

Galliene, a drill sergeant among them, snapped almost

them appear, what will they do when the Ancestors of the other Races start appearing? Even back when we had such a huge

Dimension, but none of them are excavated deeply

others were shocked, so shocked in fact that they couldn't even react to what

Lizbeth and Void Elder Wimarc attacked all at once as well. The other Void Elders were caught off guard, many of them having their chests pierced and hearts shattered in a single

was instantly enraged. He had never imagined that the people he

well, but just when

chest. He struggled

plan. Only a part of the traitors had acted in the first rounds while the rest pretended to be shocked along with everyone

even know what to think in his final moments until his thoughts