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...

was precisely

attention, realizing that her mind had actually been slipping away from her. Her gaze sharpened, and she

though his spear, which was in Shan'Rae's chest, felt worlds away from the meaty flesh of

lowered his spear,

being over five meters from Leonel, the scythe's curved blade still wrapped around his body, looking to cut his neck

the same time, he could feel the myriad of changes in space. Even in his Destruction World, although Shan'Rae was having a harder

Race. They were the center of their own universe, and this allowed them to control space as though it was an extension of their limbs. They didn't even need to

in her own heart to make it seem as though Leonel's blade, which had been lodged in her chest, was

Leonel had simply never met before. It made those White Spectral Tigers look like something worse than

if it was in passing, it proved that she was taking Leonel seriously. Because until now... this was the first time since she had come to the Demi-God Realm

to matter to her, and acceleration was even more unnecessary. It seemed like the moment she moved,

in combat than Willowyn, but because they were in a Demi-God Realm and not a Mortal Realm like before, she was also experiencing less suppression than the latter and could bring out more of

Unfortunately... Leonel didn't care.

scythe was about to take his head off, a finger lightly raised

Leonel's neck. But suddenly that space became a wild net of winding paths, and before she realized what happened, she