Dimensional Descent

Leonel sneered. What was he confused about? Hadn't he already told him that he and Burul were too predictable?

Their battle had just passed through at least three mountain ranges. Regnier didn't even realize that he had been led here because he hadn't been led at all. In fact, it was more accurate to say that he had been pushed here.

Due to that, he didn't even realize that he had been led by the nose all the while.

This was the very same mountain range he had found the original Tier Eight on. What he didn't expect was that Burul would show up so soon, but this was fine as well.

"BOY!"

Burul's fury was towering. By now, he had scoured every mountain range he could find, even killing a few Spirituals, but he hadn't found even a single Nomad.

It was obvious what happened. Regnier hadn't been lying. Leonel had, indeed, killed his people.

Regnier was a bit taken aback by Burul's level of rage. He was a hothead, but not to this extent. He was still scheming and intelligent, he knew where to pick his spots.

Back then, Regnier had only exaggerated Leonel's feats a little. After all, he could only confirm that one rune net had been stolen, and he wasn't even sure if one had to be killed first to have it snatched. Hadn't Leonel taken his necklace without him dying?

But this...

Regnier didn't have the right to be distracted. The flurry of strikes from Leonel was absolutely relentless. Burul was coming in from the side and the Spiritual Pavilion Head was immediately on guard against him; although Burul seemed to be focused on Leonel, who knew what this conniving bastard might do? Then there was the Tier Eight threat to worry about on top of that.

Regnier felt like he was being overloaded with sensory information and the grin on Leonel's face was only becoming brighter.

"DIE!" Burul swept in from Leonel's side, a Palm Force capable of shaking the mountain descending.

Leonel pulled back his spear. Spinning it in his hands, several scythe-like blades formed and shot in the direction of the two Pavilion Heads.

Leonel's Spear Force and Bow Force were beyond that of Burul's Palm Force. He shredded the latter apart as though it didn't even exist.

Forces is weak, old sack

just say

like repeating myself for the

would have only been funny due to the facial expressions. As Dream Force experts, it didn't matter what language the other was using, they could

particularly harsh and grating on the ears. It wasn't as bold as the Pluto Race's language, and was instead filled with endless

make

ROAR!

enough of

and only sought to put more

rain of arrows into the surroundings, enveloping their

retreat. Once appeared behind Leonel as well, though this was purely

Leonel's smile suddenly vanished as he relinquished his

on Leonel, but it was hard for them to do so when such a powerful creature wanted them all dead. In the end, the trio was even somewhat forced to band

that these two would prefer to get a distance, but if he allowed that, this battle would drag on forever. The reason he had taken this risk was because

opportunity. These two were basically fighting with him, but only he had the ability to deal a sure kill strike on a Tier Eight. With three fighting at

to deal a fatal blow to the beast as well. He definitely has a Dream Net as well. I'll need

kill this kid. But he had already become half-hearted about it. The only purpose

his gaze sharpened.

At the same time, Regnier's

trying to

Leonel taking out a Dream Net, but his sneer deepened. That was absolutely perfect, he would

BANG!

find that his legs and

at the same time, Burul's beam

his entire focus was given to Regnier instantaneously. He had already brought out another Dream Net,

quickly calmed down. If he would have

wore on his waist. It lashed out, wrapping quickly around his wrist and forearm before forming

to kill Burul because the latter fell back down to Tier Four as his activated Dream Net was in the process of

Leonel managed to get his hands on the Dream Net that was currently falling through