Dimensional Descent

Leonel walked across the city walls. Heavy rain pelted down like an aggravated assault. It rebounded off of his golden armor, shattering in the air almost like tiny orbs of glass.

The moment the Sea Gods began their attack, he no longer bothered to hide the purpose of the formation.

The minerals and salts were quickly soaked into the Force Art, strengthening it. At the same time, the rain above became so heavy that the world was practically wreathed in darkness. It felt like there was hardly a difference between standing in this rain and being submerged in the depths of the ocean.

Quickly, the waters that were soaked up from the ground were replenished by an even heavier rain. All at once, the formations of the Sea Gods were co-opted and aggressively commandeered.

The application of Crafting that Leonel was using here was far beyond the imagination of even most Demi-God Crafters. It was likely that only hidden masters of the Owlans and Dream Asuras could match up to him in terms of raw theory and creativity.

Of course, they most definitely had far greater strength and the capability to Craft far stronger Crafts as a result. Unfortunately, Leonel couldn't yet fully divorce what he could Craft from his own strength or that of Little Tolliver's.

Essentially, to make an overly complicated matter simple, he had begun to use the protective Force Arts of the Fleeting Cloud Empire like a human's body.

The minerals were being used up, and the water was being consumed and expelled. It was an application of the Self Path that was truly extraordinary. He had managed to change many of the fundamental tenets that helped the Force Art to run without actually changing its foundation at all.

However, it wasn't enough... not just yet.

For one, in this rain, his greatest strength, his Fire Force, was handicapped. The concentration of Water Force in the region was so high that the use of practically any other element was nigh impossible. Even if it was a Lightning Force, with how heavy the rain was, unless your control was excellent, you'd likely end up electrocuting your own companions.

That said, Leonel couldn't use his hallmark Forces in this place, not unless he could be sure to kill anyone who saw it. So this wasn't as big of a deal to him.

The larger issue was something else entirely.

Not only were the Sea Gods still fiercely attacking the formation and seemed capable of breaking it-at least in part-very soon, Leonel had yet to see any obvious effects of his plan.

'Was I wrong?' Leonel's eyes narrowed as he scanned the battlefield. 'No, I can't be wrong.'

Leonel didn't conclude this because he was so overconfident in himself. The real reason he was certain was because the best proof was right before him.

How could it be so coincidental? Would the Sea Gods really attack the instant it started raining just because?

Logically, the odds of that were much lower. It just meant that the benefits weren't as obvious just yet.

But that made sense. If the weakness of the Sea Gods was so blatantly obvious, then it would have been used against them long ago.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

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as you said. Everyone is

a hand. "Follow

had had them all gather up behind just a single city gate. In fact, he had cleared out large portions of the city, turning this northern face into a

the minds of others, this was a foolish decision. Unfortunately for them, that was because they didn't understand the changes

to attack. Many would fly over the walls and attack from different points.

already surrounded the city, it would

the city. Instead, they had concentrated all of their attack on a singular point, a point that happened to be

completely after a single point was breached.

fracture would be localized, and

minerals that the

pieces were taken from this region would directly be used to strengthen the other regions. Meaning, breaking it apart here would make it harder to do the

people. Not only was he unaware of whether the other side

why he needed this commander's

they had to,

and flipped over a palm. In it, a golden halberd

consumed by another thought. He didn't care how they felt about his plan, they would see his thought process

after observing the army below,

Sea Gods had

didn't want to expose themselves, shouldn't they have propped up a fake leader, at the very least? And why

of this pointed to

of his enemies, his real enemies in this excursion,

a Demi-God

BOOM!

roared, pointing his

they followed it nonetheless. They were

command should be followed, no matter what. Even if it meant rushing through the

stomped a foot and

a bullet around his speeding form, his body becoming akin to a projectile as

taken aback, both by the fact the Force Art didn't collapse entirely and the fact the gates had opened just like

another siege after the Force Art fell. How could they expect the humans to suddenly have such

Talon had never seen a formation that acted like this one, let alone

upon each fundamental rune

How had...