Dimensional Descent

Uld'Lo was shaken by the sudden death. The fact that Leonel was taunting him the entire time only made it worse. When had the Void Race ever been humiliated like this?

"Angry?" Leonel chuckled. "Well, it's probably a bit too late, but you could at least try to send a real Calvary this time. Though I can't help but wonder why your Void Race is so arrogant."

Leonel waved a hand, and one of their scythes shot up to him in the sky. It was only now that Uld'Lo realized that Leonel had been high above them the entire time. Except he had scanned that area several times and couldn't even find a lick of him.

"Such shoddy workmanship. You guys must have pretty low standing in the Void Race to be wielding this kind of trash."

Leonel flicked at the scythe several times and it suddenly shattered into exactly 18 pieces. The shocking part was that if a Crafting expert had been here, they would have realized that Leonel had perfectly targeted the fault-lines of the treasure every single time.

Leonel shook his head. "Arrogant, indeed."

Uld'Lo's gaze turned malevolent. Even if their standing in the Void Race was low, it wasn't Leonel's place to comment on such a thing. However, when he saw what happened to the scythe, his heart shook.

He had heard faintly that Leonel was the best Crafter of his generation, but he never took it seriously. That title was something earned with Demi-Gods being the strongest participants, not to mention the fact that only a few Demi-God geniuses participated to begin with.

But seeing this now, he suddenly felt that those rumors weren't exaggerated enough. Especially when Leonel's arm suddenly rippled as a Metal Spirit appeared, exuding an air of majesty that seemed capable of swallowing the world.

Little Tolly had broken into the Seventh Dimension years ago and hadn't been able to enter the Eighth since. However, its foundation was unshakeably sturdy.

The moment it took action, the pieces of the scythe seemed to almost instantly become resplendent arrows.

Exactly eighteen of them.

No more.

No less.

skies with two fingers, and a bow appeared in its path. He plucked one of the

The entire battlefield froze.

'Domain!'

were so loud that Leonel could

seemed to have a name for his level of

He didn't care.

it wasn't just "like" time

had the right to dodge the arrow

SHUUUU!

PENG!

His body

casually plucked another arrow out of the air, nocked

looked as though the entire battlefield had fallen in place just waiting for him to act, like they were still targets on a range to be shot at for

PENG! PENG! PENG!

hum echoed

One arrow. One death.

mighty rain, the Void Race youths didn't even have the right to heal

standing high up in the skies and now showing himself because he had

dare to underestimate a God Race. He knew that if he was going to take these steps; he had to be perfect and meticulous about how he went about

it wouldn't just decide what happened in the present, but also what the reactions might be in the

several seconds, he

Race was simply

believed that sending just