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 that in

by far her

she assume that her formation

PENG! PENG! PENG!

gold in the air, swatting away dozens of arrows in

something and immediately abandoned

feathers rose into the skies once again, but this time

and

Minerva had never used her Ability Index. But since

was instantly shrouded in the majesty of a Sovereign Middle Creation State

short of a thousand

roared, and

he had a hard time telling up from down and left

realized instantly that it was an illusion of some sort, but that knowledge didn't help him when

so much so that the world seemed to become painted in black

eyes

the diamond pressed to his forehead glowed with a

halo behind Leonel began to reflect the scenes inside of his Ethereal Glabella, and the form of the Mage Core, an Ancient Tree with an array of

in the wind just

gut, ripping a hole right through him, but

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

wounds he suffered, the colder his gaze seemed

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

an injured state, even worse than what he had experienced at the hands

his expression remained cold all