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

was by far

that her formation would be enough to

PENG! PENG! PENG!

in the air, swatting away dozens

something and immediately abandoned

but

crown glowed above her head and a Domain of Dream Force spread

start, Minerva had never used her Ability Index. But since things had come to this, she would

in the majesty of a Sovereign Middle Creation State Dream Force, and the golden feathers

going from short of a thousand to several tens

world roared, and they

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

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

became frighteningly calm, so much so that the world seemed to become painted

from him as his eyes closed for but a moment before

diamond pressed to his forehead glowed with a majestic

form of the Mage Core, an Ancient Tree with an array

in the wind

through Leonel's gut, ripping a hole

sword ripped into his shoulder, almost taking his entire arm

the colder his

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

just a few moments, Leonel was in an injured state, even worse than what he had experienced at

his expression remained cold all