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.

her that in

by far

that her formation would be enough

PENG! PENG! PENG!

arcs of gold in the air,

realized something and immediately

into the skies once again, but this time

crown glowed above her head and a Domain of

But since things had come

was instantly shrouded in the majesty of a Sovereign Middle Creation State Dream Force, and

going from short of a thousand to several tens of thousands in

roared, and

and he had a hard time telling up from down and left from

didn't help him when

much so that the world seemed to

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

pressed to his forehead glowed

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

gently in

sword suddenly pierced through Leonel's gut, ripping a hole right through him,

golden feather sword ripped into his shoulder, almost taking

the colder his

cutting half of his neck. Had he not moved slightly,

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

expression remained cold