Dimensional Descent

Leonel tried to take deep breaths to calm himself down. His mood wasn't the best right now, and that was because he knew that there was much more to come.

What he needed was a method of dealing with all of this swiftly and decisively.

Because of his previous plan, he ended up having to rope in the Cloud Race and forced them to face the ire that the Nomads should have. But as a result, the Nomad Race was still scot-free right this moment.

He had been waiting for the Nomad Race to eventually make a move, but what he didn't expect was that the Invalids would suddenly appear like this.

Of course, Aina and he had already spoken about her leg and the issues that it might bring, however it could be said that this moment was probably the most inconvenient of them all for such a thing to happen.

According to his calculations, there was only a small likelihood to begin with that this would come back to bite them, and yet here they were.

Leonel's steps came to a pause and he closed his eyes.

The crimson fog around him slowly receded and the rushing rivers of his blood slowed down. The wave of fatigue hit him soon afterward, but after several deep breaths, his body recovered quickly, eventually shimmering as though he had just woken up from a deep rest.

His current strength was greater than even he expected. He was reluctant to take out his Spear Force just now, but what he didn't know was that even without his, his skill in the spear could be said to have touched upon a new realm entirely.

He was already used to battling those with greater strength than his own to begin with. Apex and the other Variant Invalids were probably around the Demi-God level in terms of raw talent, and they were two Dimensions above him, but he was still able to crush them.

In terms of raw strength, he was beneath them, but even then it wasn't far off. In terms of skill, though, he existed on a plane all to himself. They couldn't even be mentioned in the same sentence.

terms of raw talent as well. When it came to comprehension

their Race, he could probably

a short burst he could probably

those of the Mortal Level, he hardly even considered

to match him they would have to have a Creation State Force. Anything less and they would be felled just like the Invalids had

course, if there was a Demi-God genius who had grasped a Creation State Force at the Seventh Dimension, it was also unlikely that

step back, Leonel had realized something peculiar the more

abilities of everyone in Existence really so poor? Or was it that he and his wife

Owlans, Minerva, had only had a Higher Life State

her even now, and that was without knowing what kind of improvements she had undergone.

there a tradeoff for having

different people weighed completely differently. A Ninth Dimensional human with an Impetus State Force was no match

one that couldn't be

with greater talent struggled with

this the advantage

technique that Aina had

change the fate of the Human Race,

suddenly echoed from behind Leonel. He didn't look back, but eventually a bloodied Elorin stood to his side in silence, his usual white tracksuit practically pasted onto his body by the