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.

a moment ago, an Ancestor had appeared in the skies above the encampments they had formed. But the oddity was

something to communicate with them. The Nomad Ancestors appeared one after another, prepared to receive a

a tenth as large, his body

BOOM!

Ancestors out, the number remaining that could resist his strike plummeted.

described as carnage, the destruction leaving only

they couldn't even react properly.

they could do anything,

impossible large place. Even with the Starships, it took several minutes to hours to cross from one location to another. But the current Leonel treated it like a playpen. He skipped from location to location, leaving death in his wake. He toyed with the Invading Races as though they were nothing more than children before a wild

all on his own. The gap between him and the

Race, the Cloud Race, the Dwarven Race, and the Beast Races found themselves unable to retaliate. Eventually, they

was to unleash the devastation he had unleashed upon their Races against the Human Race. Since the rules of the Eighth Dimensional experts seemed to have been ignored, they would ignore them as well. They wanted to see what Leonel's face would look like whenever everything he had been

shooting toward the Second Line of Defense again with their greatest speed, each and every single one of them with nothing more than murder

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