Dimensional Descent

A violent whirlwind of golden blades suddenly appeared around Leonel and shredded into his shoulders and torso.

He indifferently blinked away, his body stepping around the void and continuing his rain of arrows.

On Minerva's side, an arrow cut into her cheek as she tilted her head to the side, but she remained unmoved.

Their cold gazes met, and lightning seemed to spark.

At that moment, Leonel made a bold move. Moving across space, he continuously fired arrows, each one capable of razing mountains to the ground.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

He released three world-ending arrows, each one targeting a specific location of the formation of swords.

In that moment, Minerva's expression changed because she felt the Natural Force Art suddenly let out a wild jolt of energy and she lost control for a brief instant.

In that brief moment, Leonel had already stepped across the skies and released another arrow.

It appeared before her in the blink of an eye, and she had no choice but to wave her sword to block it. However, that action caused her own formation to go even more wildly out of control.

The golden feathers scattered and Minerva realized it would take her at least three seconds to fuse them back into a formation. That was only a few blinks to mortals, but to existences like them, she could die dozens of times over in that span.

Without a choice, she could only abandon the formation for now and begin a slow and impassioned defense while she brought the feathers back in line. At this pace, it would take her at least ten seconds.

But Leonel was relentless.

First, he had proven to her that he could just as easily match her with a bow.

reminded her that in terms

was by far

formation would be enough to stop his

PENG! PENG! PENG!

in the air, swatting away dozens of

immediately abandoned

golden feathers rose into the skies once again, but this

head and a Domain

never used her Ability Index. But since things had come to this, she would show Leonel

a Sovereign Middle Creation State Dream Force, and the golden feathers began to

from short of a thousand to several tens

roared, and they

enveloped by this pink mist and he had a hard time telling up from down and

was an illusion of some sort, but that knowledge didn't help

in the slightest. Instead, he became frighteningly calm, so much so that the

rush of majesty came from him as his eyes closed for but a moment before

him trembled, and the diamond pressed to

Ethereal Glabella, and the form of

gently in the wind

ripping a hole right through him, but he didn't even

feather sword ripped into his shoulder, almost

more wounds he suffered, the colder his

half of his neck. Had he not moved slightly, his entire head

an injured state, even worse than

his expression remained cold all