Dimensional Descent

Chapter 2972 Break Through

Leonel reclined in the Segmented Cube and watched the events unfold. He didn't even make a move. All he did was tell Shan'Rae to prepare to escape, and that was all.

The instant the palm appeared high above and began to press down, it was like the world was being compressed. An imprint perfectly formed to the hand had already appeared on the ground even while the palm was still among the clouds. It was the greatest form of energy control that Leonel had ever seen.

And then the destruction was wrought.

The hand was still several kilometers high above when the first of the Void Race members could no longer handle it and exploded into rains of blood.

Leonel smiled from within the Segmented Cube, almost carelessly collecting the blood for the sake of his wife and never looking back even a single time.

When the palm was a kilometer above, he signaled for Shan'Rae, who had been "fighting" against it, to run. Then, the Segmented Cube entered its shuttle form and shot into the distance.

BOOM!

Behind them, the world collapsed and over half of the Void Race army crumbled.

Leonel almost couldn't stop himself from laughing. This was excellent, almost too good. He had already expected for this to happen, but for some reason, unlike his usual cold indifference when his calculations bore fruit... he just felt happy this time.

He realized what it was soon after.

His heart was lighter. Although he had just been through a lot, he hadn't lost anyone. If anything, there was just more pressure on his shoulders, and it was a weight that he had to bear alone.

He didn't realize it in the past, but this weight almost always had an effect on his mood, and that was because there was some cognitive dissonance going on in his mind.

If he was really so confident about everything, then why did he feel pressure? Why did he feel the weight at all? Shouldn't he be casual and unbothered by everything?

unbothered, but was

every time; it was just that he put up a facade, a barrier to protect

himself. He truly felt like Leonel Morales, the man his father had raised him to be and the man

and fury toward the actions of the Gods, all of whom were obsessed with suppressing

were in the past, and now that he was beginning his revenge, it

never felt so

as good on his wedding night... if a single night could have encompassed the weeks

caused Leonel's mind to wander, and he shifted in his seat. He needed to focus,

had gone ten years without touching her,

much going on, and it was impossible to account for

to think of

maybe a little bit won't

to his wife to ruin her secluded bout of meditation. Surely she

...

focused on emptying another part

might not have been obvious to others, but Leonel knew exactly where it

The God Realm.

he also knew who else couldn't possibly have this escape their

Also the God Realm.

But it was clear that Leonel had pushed this

that they had been exposed, there was nowhere left for them to hide, and they could only begin their

darkness of the Mortal and Demi-God Realms had no choice but to take action as well. All of their plans had been moved up just like the Owlans' and Fallen

squadrons of people downward, all with one goal:

they didn't expect was that when they descended, rather than finding themselves in a battle with Leonel, they found themselves in an