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.

the Demi-God level in terms of raw talent as well. When it came to comprehension and

of poor talent compared to the rest of their Race, he could probably kill and Eighth Dimensional one

out and gave it everything he had, for a short burst

those of the Mortal Level, he hardly even considered

State Force. Anything less and they

Force at the Seventh Dimension, it

Leonel had realized something peculiar the more battles

Or was it that he and his wife were on a level

met several Demi-Gods until now, but even the genius of the Owlans, Minerva, had only had a Higher Life State Force when

her even now, and that was

for having

with an Impetus State Force was no match for a Seventh

talent, one that couldn't be filled with just comprehension

then, that those with greater talent struggled

the advantage of

that Aina

and how well it could change the fate

stood to his side in silence, his usual white tracksuit practically pasted onto his body by