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?

was unbothered,

was just that he put up a facade, a barrier to protect

now, he truly felt like himself. He truly felt like Leonel Morales, the man his father

had been some gloom, some rage about his so-called grandmother, and fury toward the actions of the Gods, all of whom were obsessed with suppressing a

permanent as they were in the past, and now that he was beginning his revenge, it felt so sweet, so

so good in his

true. He had certainly felt at least as good on his wedding night...

and he shifted in his seat. He needed to focus, or else he just might go and disturb his wife right here and

had gone ten years without touching her,

course, they had made up for lost time since then, but not entirely. There was too much going on, and

enough to think of

a little

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

...

was more focused on emptying another part of himself,

been obvious to others, but Leonel knew exactly where it had come

The God Realm.

also knew who else couldn't possibly have this escape

Also the God Realm.

took action on lesser Realms, it would be sensed. But it was clear that Leonel had pushed this God into a corner. They had had no

now that they had been exposed, there was nowhere left for them to hide, and

same time as all of this was going on, organizations hidden in the darkness of the Mortal and Demi-God Realms had no choice but to take action as well. All of their plans had

of people downward, all with one goal:

descended, rather than finding themselves in a battle with Leonel, they found themselves in an even more heated