Dimensional Descent

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The Void Beast's corpse was simply far too sturdy. No matter how hard Leonel punched, it didn't give way, and Shan'Rae only suffered for it all the more. Her body rattled like a drum. Having been caught off guard once, she couldn't seem to find the momentum to retaliate. In the end, she even felt like her life was slipping away from her.

'No way... I can't... I can't die like this.'

If Shan'Rae was confused before, now she was absolutely certain. There was no way that El'Rion would kill her. Although it was still within his personality to punch her like Leonel had before, the consequences of killing her wasn't something that he would be willing to take on. This person was an ant-like existence, but he actually dared to kill her?!

Shan'Rae felt a rage bubble up inside of her, but it was suppressed even more quickly by another one of Leonel's fists. It was absolutely relentless. Each one was plain and simple, and yet they seemed to carry the power of the world.

"ENOUGH!"

Shan'Rae roared out, but this roar seemed to take a lot out of her. The glass-like fractures on her skin expanded rapidly and it looked like she might crumble like porcelain in the next moment.

Leonel's pupils constricted. It was the most emotion he had shown in recent days, and the reason was quite simple: he couldn't track Shan'Rae at all.

the power he had used previously. But trying to do something like that mid battle, especially when Shan'Rae was as familiar with her

dodged to the side and his spear-wielding arm shot into the

drops, three drops of a radiant gold with hidden flecks of royal blue within. But this very

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

three heavy craters. The blood

of the Pluto Race. Although they were on the decline, it hadn't reached a point where one of their prince's could be harmed to this extent. But this was the price to pay for rolling around in a pit

of a universe within. It was a level of skill she couldn't even begin to grasp, and he couldn't deduce

his leg was taken, those droplets of blood falling once more. However, it was as though the Laws of Reality themselves refused to allow this race of being to bleed too much. Even after losing an arm and a leg, he had only lost six drops

the same time, although he had lost two limbs, the coldness in his eyes

And then it clicked.

toes, thrusting out his spear with

had been indifferent and sneering,

her fragile as porcelain skin collapsing as a black hole forming within the depths of