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.

bow appeared in its path. He plucked one of the hovering arrows out of the air and knocked

The entire battlefield froze.

'Domain!'

thoughts were so loud

being slightly interesting that the God Realms seemed to have a name for his level of Weapon

He didn't care.

bow, it wasn't just "like" time had

the right to dodge the arrow

SHUUUU!

PENG!

body

plucked another arrow out of the

place just waiting for him to act, like they were

PENG! PENG! PENG!

hum echoed every

One arrow. One death.

mighty rain, the Void Race youths didn't even have the right to heal themselves. They never got the chance

had been standing high up in the skies and now showing

seemed, he didn't dare to underestimate a God Race. He knew that if he was going to

it wouldn't just decide what happened in the present, but also what the reactions might be in the future and how well or poorly he would

after several seconds,

Void Race was simply far

seemed that they believed that sending just one Shan'Rae was enough to