Dimensional Descent

The momentum of Aina's palm was suffocating. Little Fox was taken off guard by her appearance alone, let alone the fierceness of the attack. It felt like, for a moment, death was standing right before him. There was no way to dodge, no way to evade, no way to...

"Mental attack!"

Little Fox quickly snapped out of it. If he was truly a little boy, his life would have ended right then and there, but his actual experience was far beyond his age.

None of them could have expected that this would happen. They assumed that there was nothing that Leonel was still hiding, but to think that Aina was such a Dream Force expert.

Even so, there was no time to regret it now. Leonel hadn't given them any time to assess what happened. The only thing left to do was fight.

So long as he could hold on and reach the end of the maze, it didn't matter what Aina did, the victory would be theirs.

Little Fox quickly clasped his hands together and protected himself with a shield of Dream Force.

BANG!

His vision went black as the palm landed. The disparity was far greater than he could have ever imagined.

Just now, he thought he had a firm handle on Aina's strength. The palm was powerful, but the Dream Force control was poor and lacking. This made sense, it seemed that Aina was a lot more like Gregwyn in this respect, relying on great talent but lacking in experience.

However, when the palm actually landed, Little Fox felt as though he was nothing more than an ant facing off against an elephant.

He had no idea how Aina had done it, but despite the simplicity of her attack, the hidden complexities within were on another level entirely.

Little Fox the moment his consciousness

on purpose! Aina wasn't a

Another palm came

following suit. He couldn't die here, he had no choice

adults rather than the toddler he was. They looked aged and wrinkled, and soon they began

fur and the

with Dream Force akin to the birth of a world. It was like, for a moment, Little Fox was truly tapping into the Second

as he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Whatever method he was using seemed to place a great toll on him,

combination of four as Little Fox hurriedly scrambled to his feet, rushing

Fox rounded a corner, only pulling his floating hands back

of influence, but that was only for normal Nomads. The more control you had, especially in the case of Dream Force experts, the larger said scope would be. For Little Fox, he could even teleport his hands back to himself on a

BANG!

was

that he didn't even notice a Dream Beast appearing before him. The tail of a Starry Tailed Fox slapped against him, nearly twisting

was already slowly walking toward him. From the beginning, she never seemed to increase

was a beast

was practically beating

so complex. Although he knew there were patterns, the idea of actually capitalizing on them in such a life and death situation was the furthest