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

by

she assume that her formation would be enough to stop his

PENG! PENG! PENG!

the air, swatting away dozens of arrows in a

something and immediately

skies once again, but this

her head and a Domain

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

State Dream Force, and the golden feathers

of a

world roared, and they

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

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

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

eyes closed for but a moment

and the diamond pressed to his forehead glowed

the halo behind Leonel began to reflect the scenes inside of his Ethereal Glabella, and the form

in the

gut, ripping a hole

just as another golden feather sword ripped into his shoulder, almost taking his

suffered, the colder his gaze seemed to

his neck. Had he not moved slightly, his entire head would have been lopped off and sent high into

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

remained cold all the