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.

to comprehension and raw skill, he was capable of leaping two Dimensions to

rest of their Race, he could

went all out and gave it everything he had, for a short burst he could probably match an Eighth Dimensional genius of the Demi-God level as

for those of the Mortal Level,

to have a Creation State Force. Anything less and

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

taking a step back, Leonel had realized something peculiar the more battles he

was

several Demi-Gods until now, but even the genius of the Owlans, Minerva,

course, he didn't believe that he was a match for her even now, and that was without knowing what kind of improvements she had undergone.

for

human with an Impetus State Force

talent, one that couldn't be filled with

then, that those with greater talent struggled with comprehending higher State

this the advantage

thoughts wandered to the technique that Aina had

change the fate of the Human Race, he felt that his deductions were quite

Leonel. He didn't look back, but eventually a bloodied Elorin stood to his side