Dimensional Descent

Leonel didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a move. He had the whole world in the palm of his hands, they moved to his rhythm, not the other way around. He gave the hole in his chest another glance before his Force rumbled, and Instant Recovery activated.

Being far stronger than it had been in the past now that he had evolved it to an Eighth Dimensional Lineage Factor, even a beam that could kill Ancestors instantly wasn't immune from his abilities. Quite quickly, the hole in his chest was fixed, and he finally gave Veiga a glance.

The Cross Elder still didn't look like much had changed on the surface, but what good were her facial expressions to Leonel any longer? He could see her very soul in the Dream Plane, and he knew exactly how shaken she was.

"I don't believe I've had the pleasure," Leonel said with a smile. "Though, I can't say that it is one even now. I've lost count of the number of times Shield Cross Stars has tried to kill me."

The Half Spiritual Overlord frowned. She could feel that the formation had returned, but it was most definitely not in her control any longer. She suddenly felt like she was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

On one side, there was the enemy that had come to take her down, and on the other side... well, there was an enemy that had come to take her down. Now, one of them was trapped within the formation she had thought was largely shattered, and she was trapped with them.

Leonel gave her a knowing glance, but ultimately didn't say anything. This formation in his hands, especially now that his mind had connected to the Dream Plane was more than enough to deal with all situations. Of course, he didn't plan on destroying the Half Spirituals, and they were just another pawn in his game. But they didn't need to know that just yet.

He had learned quite a lot in his short life, not the least of which was that people often didn't appreciate the things that were given to them on a silver platter. The Spirituals had to understand that he was doing them a favor.

it? It was clear and obvious to him that many of them were trying to play both sides, trying to thread a needle that would allow them to live beyond their usefulness to the humans that ruled them from the Complete

fence sitters. He needed people that would follow his orders properly. If he had to adjust for

he suddenly gained a bunch of people who had second thoughts about everything he did, just how much pressure would he be under to keep them all in line? He would be much better off just directly killing all of the people so that they

it seemed that the latter

rage, but Leonel

of her starship almost shattered to pieces as she shuddered. She almost felt as though her

deal with Yuri, and she

care. His own emotions were already wild and unfettered; he didn't have the time to help out

a hand, and the starships all aimed toward her, each one gaining a clone they

but with a single blast, Leonel perfectly targeted all of their weaknesses, blasting them to smithereens. And then,

dust particles danced around Leonel as his arm reached out, a black rod

of golden dust. He used so much of the formation's power and so seamlessly at that that the Half Spiritual Overlord

controlling each individual strand of golden dust as though it was its own weapon. Just what level of mind