Dimensional Descent

Leonel's body swayed and suddenly vanished into a stream of mist. He looked like an image dashed away by rushing waters, floating away and into the wind as though his body had lost all of its form. He didn't even bother to respond to Anya's words, the response she received was a danger sign tingling up the length of her spine.

Anya's expression became unprecedentedly serious, a familiar twin pair of horns appearing on her forehead. There was no doubt that this was the Death Pulse Deer, the highest Lineage Factor provided by the Silver Tablet of the Dark Side of the Northern Star Lineage Factors. However, Leonel had already seen it once before... He was entirely unmoved.

BANG!

A scythe appeared in Anya's hands, barely blocking Leonel's fist. Even so, she took a strong step backward, her wrists trembling. She felt as though her arms might collapse beneath the strain at any moment, but just when she wanted to use Force to stabilize herself, it vanished into thin air, Leonel's fist stripping it from her scythe's body.

Her body lost control of itself and she was sent flying back. The expressions of the Scholars that had formed a circle froze. Anya was the greatest genius of their Three Finger Cult, they had never expected for such a thing to happen in just a single exchange.

Leonel appeared above Anya, his gaze as cold as an abyssal hell. He didn't seem to see the gorgeous features revealed under her fluttering veil. If he couldn't crush this woman, what right did he have to think about helping his father? He felt that she should just die.

BANG!

body in a truly grotesque sight. But regardless of how impure and gut-turning it was, what it was most definitely was effective. He didn't

powerful than the last. Her body's clothing was torn to pieces, her bones breaking and

by one until just a single arm was left. Wasting his Dream Force on creating elaborate, reality-warping phenomena was just a waste of stamina. Since he could bend reality with his Dream Force now, he would use it in a way that fool Lionel

the beaten and broken Anya. He rose even higher, his fist raising above his head and multiplying

"Die."

like a meteor from the skies. Sparks of flames flew, a cocoon of wind forming around it as it shot downward. Anya could barely see straight, but in the final moments, her finger barely twitched, two more figures appearing

BANG!

and flesh falling like rain from the skies above. The destruction was so devastating that in one moment, his fist seemed to

arm that had just been torn to pieces. The second figure that Anya had manifested pressed her hands together and cast a light over Anya before quickly disappearing. It was clear that she didn't trust herself to

his bow as his arm grew back under a mysterious force. He

but the arrow she thought was aimed for her suddenly vanished. She sighed a slight breath of relief. To her, Leonel was clearly targeting the defensive Savant that had just protected her, but if he thought it was so easy to deal with him, he would be sorely mistaken. This Savant was the oldest in her possession, and also the one with the highest survivability if Lionel was ignored. The irony that Lionel had long since died to Leonel's hands

once again as she looked down at her ring in horror. But there was nothing

CRACK!

ring on her finger, a protective item that carried her greatest trump cards, cracked and then shattered