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.

Weapon Forces is weak,

did you just

like repeating myself for

outside observer, their conversation 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 immediately translate

as bold as the Pluto Race's language, and was instead filled with endless hacking,

want to make fun of him all

ROAR!

Tier Eight had had enough

one another, and only sought to put more distance between them when this

their retreat routes. At the

Once appeared behind

were forced to stop their retreat and Leonel's smile suddenly vanished as he relinquished his control over the

for them to do so when such a powerful creature wanted them all dead.

forever. The reason he had taken this risk was because he wanted to end it right here and right now, and he would do

basically fighting with him, but only he had the ability to deal

to the beast as well. He definitely has a Dream Net

purpose of these strikes was to keep up his facade as a madman and to make sure Leonel kept some distance away so that

gaze

into the ground. At the same time, Regnier's hurricane-force wind knocked into its side,

trying to regain itself,

his sneer deepened. That was absolutely perfect, he would

BANG!

froze, looking down to find that his legs and torso had

Stone Elephant died at the same time, Burul's beam tearing through

even give Burul a glance as his entire focus was given to Regnier instantaneously. He had already brought

widened at the sudden change, but he quickly calmed down. If he would have

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

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

reason he had brought out the shield was in case Leonel managed to get his hands on the Dream Net that was currently falling