Dimensional Descent

The flying Ancestors looked like laser beams streaking across the skies. They moved so fast that the air combusted and space trembled.

As Leonel had expected, they had gathered together, forming a pack. Although they could cause more devastation to the humans by separating and attacking all nine cities at once, this would put their lives in danger. They had already come to understand that Leonel could somehow use the corpses of Ancestors to strengthen himself in these few hours, they couldn't risk any more accidents.

When they saw that Leonel was waiting ahead of them, their faces almost lit on fire for more reasons than just the combusting air around them. They wished that they could eat this child alive.

Not a single one of the Races had experienced losses less than a billion. For the largest of them, this was at least a 5% loss on their numbers, for the smallest it was already as much as 10%. To lose so much in just a few hours was completely unacceptable.

This boy needed to die. They didn't care if he was relying on someone else to do all of this, they didn't care if he was just a figurehead used in an attempt to humiliate them, both things they believed in their hearts to be the truth. All they cared about right this moment was crushing Leonel and forcing whoever was at his back to come out so they could crush them as well with their full force.

That was right. They had come all together like this not only out of caution toward what other tricks Leonel might have up his sleeves, but also because they felt that once they targeted Leonel like this, they might accidentally trigger the final stages of the battle. In such a situation, they would crush the Ancestors of the Human Race with all their might.

However, even after they closed the distance to just a few dozen kilometers, nothing more than a few seconds to the likes of them, there was still only Leonel, standing in the skies with his spear pointed toward the ground. He seemed to be completely focused.

knew it couldn't withstand the kind of strength coursing through his body at the

covered in sweat, his pants simple and soft, rolled to his calves. He looked like he was in the

his eyes opened. His smile was gone and all that was left was an endless abyss of cold. The sharpness of

around him. All eight Ancestors had returned, their auras blazing along with Leonel's. A pride shone within their eyes, as

wasteland of spear

the momentum in the world suddenly found themselves having to

Leonel said lightly, his voice

already moved, his squad of Ancestors following to his back. They shot

helm, its wings spreading so far and wide that all eight behind him had been perfectly obscured. Before the Ancestors could rely on their Internal Sight to

after it had formed, a body flew out like a flying meteor. It landed on the ground heavily, and the Nomad Race Ancestor who owned it coughed up several

the only thing barely remaining intact being his head and his eyes opened wide to the

devastation that Leonel had left in his wake leaving the Human Domain in silence once again.

that was

orb of darkness suddenly burst. Leonel appeared drenched in blood, his left arm gone from the shoulder down and his right leg vanquished from the knee down. All around him, the shattered corpses of his eight