Dimensional Descent

A raging torrent of energy fell like the collapse of a mountain. It was sudden and ferocious, barbaric and uncontrolled. It was as though Leonel had released this attack, venting out everything in his chest all at once.

The savage grin on his face practically rose from the depths of hell, an abyssal sort of unbridled darkness spilling over. The crimson within his irises threatened to spill over.

The balance was entirely broken. Hundreds of thousands of Cloud Race members died all at once, falling in droves. They didn't even understand how it was that they had died before it was too late, and never could any of them had thought that it would happen at the hands of a Sixth Dimensional expert.

Eighth Dimensional experts weren't supposed to make moves easily. This sort of change could lead to terrible losses on all sides. But what could be done if a Sixth Dimensional expert seemed to have suddenly gained the strength of an Eighth Dimensional one?

The Ancestors of the Cloud Race rushed out all at once, they seemed to be the only ones that could withstand such an attack without dying directly. Their faces were all contorted in shock and horror. Even for an Ancestor, causing this amount of damage wasn't a simple matter.

They wanted to lash out, but when they saw that the one that stood before them was actually Leonel, their hearts lurched. What was going on? How could a Sixth Dimensional expert have such strength? It didn't make any sense.

However, there was no time to worry about such matters. They rushed forward, trying to target Leonel and kill him as swiftly as possible.

But just when they thought that they had succeeded, Leonel suddenly vanished.

an Ancestor had appeared in the skies above the encampments they had formed. But the oddity was that this Ancestor wasn't a member of their race and was instead the Majestic

that the beasts had something to communicate with them. The Nomad Ancestors appeared one after another, prepared to receive a message. But just when they had, the

as large, his body vanishing and appearing

BOOM!

number remaining that could resist his strike plummeted. Whereas the Cloud Race had lost hundreds of

only be described as carnage, the destruction leaving only blood, flesh and

they couldn't even react properly.

could do anything, Leonel

the current Leonel treated it like a playpen. He skipped from location to location, leaving death in his wake. He toyed with the Invading

just a few hours, he had killed more than the total number that had fallen in several days all on his own. The gap between him and the rest of his generation seemed to only be growing wider and wider. In fact, it seemed that even those in elder generations couldn't

the Cloud Race, the Dwarven Race, and the Beast Races found themselves unable to

Race. Since the rules of the Eighth Dimensional

experts of their Races without a care, shooting toward the Second Line of Defense again

didn't seem to react like this was Ancestor Beros. Looking toward his dead clansmen, he felt heavy of heart, and he commanded a full retreat. He didn't know just how much he would appreciate this decision