Dimensional Descent

Chapter 2999 YIP!

A harsh silence fell. It was as though the entire world had its air sucked away. And yet, at the center of it all, Leonel stood with a sneering face and a bleeding chest.

In a battlefield of Gods, he was truly out of place at the moment. And yet, somehow, his momentum didn't seem to lose out to any one of them.

[Life Steal].

Leonel brought out a chunk of meat from the Segmented Cube, one that was even larger than his body. It exuded an aura so familiar that many couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation rush up their spine.

In an instant, the bloody chunk of meat fell into a pile of billowing ash, and the hole in Leonel's chest, that should have been impossible to reverse with his current power, vanished, leaving nothing but a dripping mess of blood.

The fact that Leonel had spoken such words was one thing, but to use the corpses of the Primordial Terror Race as though they were resources rather than the former companions of this monstrous beast was on another level.

However, Leonel didn't seem to have realized what he had done. He just grabbed at the air, his black military gear rippling once and then mending itself as though nothing had happened.

At the same time, white embroidery began to surface on it, taking the same shape as Leonel's Divine Armor tattoos.

He stood there, his hair billowing in the wind and a crown appearing above his head. Calm and steady.

Aina didn't say a word, but she stood shoulder to shoulder with Leonel. There was a fury billowing deep within her eyes. This damned turtle had tried to kill her husband right in front of her. If it wasn't for the volatility of the situation forcing her to calm her rage, she would have already snapped.

However, even while holding back, her momentum was no less than Leonel's…

And then there were his brothers.

Not only was each one of them exceptionally powerful now, but there was also Drake.

Drake wasn't a normal God. He was a God that had established his own Force.

False Idols, mimicking the creation of new Forces rather than actually being a new Force, Drake had formed a True Idol, introducing an all-new Force

was so rare that most present didn't even recognize how special he

the Ninth Dimension. Compared to these existences that had been in the Ninth Dimension for much of

Idol had helped bridge that

Leonel and his brothers weren't completely defenseless. And even if they were… Leonel was

them a

No matter what.

had escaped earlier, it wouldn't have changed anything. The plane they were in had

use wallowing in such

here, holding his spear, he had already made

The last thing he expected was that after his rise, he would suddenly find himself being disrespected. He

and anger so easily. He had tempered this patience for generations, and due to that,

Their anger.

it difficult to muster up the care for an

been nothing more than a small wisp of his killing intent, a natural reflex to seeing the blood-soaked hands

after analyzing the

bring himself to care much

just broken through, didn't dare to move.

closed its eyes as though it

on Leonel's face didn't change in the slightest. If

"Yip! Yip!"

Blackstar suddenly appeared on Leonel's shoulder, looking out into

that overgrown oaf over there?" Leonel suddenly spoke to Blackstar. After all, he was the one that had called the little

"Yip! Yip!"