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.

he reminded her

was by

that her formation would

PENG! PENG! PENG!

three gorgeous arcs of gold in the

immediately

the skies once again, but

glowed above her head and a Domain of Dream Force spread

Minerva had never used her Ability Index. But since things had

instantly shrouded in the majesty of a Sovereign Middle Creation State Dream Force, and the golden feathers began to dance in a

a thousand to several tens of thousands in

roared,

instantly enveloped by this pink mist and he had a hard time

realized instantly that it was an illusion of some sort, but that knowledge didn't help him when the opponent's Dream Force strength

didn't panic in the slightest. Instead, he became frighteningly calm, so much so that the world seemed to become painted in

came from him as his eyes closed for but

and the diamond pressed to his forehead glowed with a

inside of his Ethereal Glabella, and the form of the Mage Core, an Ancient Tree with an array of coloured leaves in the shape

in the

gut, ripping a hole right

swayed again just as another golden feather sword ripped into

he suffered, the colder his gaze seemed to

moved slightly, his entire

Leonel was in an injured state, even worse than what he had experienced at the hands of the elder

remained cold