Dimensional Descent

The moment the key stamped into the ground, it was as though the skies were overturned. A rush of gold spread out in all directions, and it felt like the two were instantly cut off from the rest of the world, enveloped by a dome of dark gold.

With a rush of violent air, the two were transported to a land with soil dyed with blood and skies as black as ink.

Shan'Rae's slash continued and seemed to want to cut this world in two, but Leonel calmly stretched out a hand, tattoos erupting around his body as a spear that roared with the echoing Will of hundreds of Fallen God Beasts appeared in his hand.

With a single tremble, rather than the tear in space caused by the scythe closing, it ripped apart even more violently and became so chaotic that Shan'Rae felt as though her weapon was slipping out of her control. Her Scythe Force slipped away from her, and her wrists nearly shattered beneath the impact.

Leonel took a step and seemed to walk through the rift in space as though it wasn't even there, as though he thrived in the chaos and destruction.

Before Shan'Rae could react, his spear was at her chest.

It pierced right through, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood, her eyes widening in shock.

"I didn't expect... that the Void Race would be so pathetic."

Leonel's voice sounded almost apathetic. He stared into Shan'Rae's eyes, and she felt her pierced heart shudder, a process that only caused her to cough up another mouthful of blood.

She stood far taller than Leonel, and yet at that moment, it didn't seem to matter in the slightest. She was the child, and he was the towering mountain. His presence alone in her senses felt as large as multiple worlds, as though this world and its will were his own...

that was

back to attention, realizing that her mind had actually been

off of her in waves, and space folded and waned. At that moment, Leonel felt as though his spear, which was in Shan'Rae's chest, felt worlds away from the meaty flesh

spear, pointing it

five meters from Leonel, the scythe's curved blade still wrapped around

Even in his Destruction World, although Shan'Rae was having a harder time than usual, she could still control

this allowed them to control space as though it was an extension

put up barriers of space in her own heart to make it seem as though Leonel's blade, which had been lodged in her chest, was actually dozens of kilometers away from

spatial control that Leonel had simply never met before. It made those White

that she was taking Leonel seriously. Because until now... this was the first time since she had come to the Demi-God

scythe appeared behind Leonel in a flash. Space didn't seem to matter to her, and acceleration was even more unnecessary.

Realm and not a Mortal Realm like before, she was also experiencing less suppression than the latter and could

Unfortunately... Leonel didn't care.

off, a finger lightly raised and tapped down on the polearm of

between herself and Leonel's neck. But suddenly that space became a wild net of winding paths,