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.

what had just happened. Just a moment ago, an Ancestor had appeared in the skies above the encampments they had formed.

so the first assumption was that the beasts had something to communicate

could react, Leonel had appeared, but compared to the beast Ancestor, he wasn't even a tenth as large,

BOOM!

the Ancestors out, the number remaining that could resist his strike plummeted. Whereas the Cloud Race had lost hundreds of thousands to his singular

carnage, the destruction leaving only blood, flesh and

stunned that they couldn't even react properly. What

before they could do anything, Leonel

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

gap between him and the rest of his generation seemed to

and the Beast Races found themselves unable

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

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

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