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 of

you just say

repeating myself for the

an outside observer, their conversation would have only been funny due to the facial expressions. As Dream Force

wasn't as bold as the Pluto Race's language, and was instead filled

made Leonel want to make fun of him

ROAR!

Eight had had enough of the

on guard against one another, and only sought to put more distance between them when this happened. But

their retreat routes. At the same time, he took subtle control

Once appeared behind Leonel as well, though this

and Leonel's smile

ensued. Burul and Regnier tried to focus their attacks on Leonel, but it was hard for them to do so when such a powerful

would drag on forever. The reason he had taken this risk was because he wanted

ability to deal a sure kill strike on a Tier Eight. With three

captured a powerful enough creature to deal a fatal blow to the beast as well. He definitely has

The only purpose of these strikes was to keep up his facade as a madman and to make sure

his gaze

down, slapping the elephant's trunk into the ground. At the same time, Regnier's hurricane-force wind knocked

to regain itself,

his sneer deepened. That

BANG!

to find that his legs and torso had

at the same time, Burul's beam tearing

to Regnier instantaneously. He had already brought out

sudden change, but he quickly calmed down. If he would have to take that step here,

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

Net Leonel had just used was only enough to kill Burul because the latter fell back down to Tier Four as his activated Dream Net

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