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

was by far her

assume that her formation would be enough to

PENG! PENG! PENG!

gold in the air, swatting away dozens of arrows in a single

something and immediately abandoned reforming

once again, but this time not in

head and

But since

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

from short of a thousand to

world roared, and they

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

sort, but that knowledge didn't

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

rush of majesty came from him as his eyes closed

halo behind him trembled, and the diamond pressed to his forehead glowed with

began to reflect the scenes inside of his Ethereal Glabella, and the form of the Mage

in the wind

a hole right through

Core swayed again just as another golden feather sword ripped into

the colder his

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

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

expression remained cold