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,

even recognize how special he was. Though, that was

of the Ninth Dimension. Compared to these existences that had

of his True Idol had helped bridge that gap

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

them a way

No matter what.

The plane they were in had completely changed, and the range of the void was likewise becoming limited

was no use wallowing in

spear, he had already made

would suddenly find himself being disrespected. He had planned out this event for

too firm to give way to rage and anger so easily. He had tempered this patience for generations, and due to that, he had come to fix one

Their anger.

found it difficult to muster up the care

hadn't even attacked Leonel personally. That had been nothing more than a small wisp of his killing intent, a natural reflex to seeing the

analyzing

bring himself to care

broken through, didn't dare

him." The aged Primordial Terror said lightly. Then it closed its eyes as though it

change in

"Yip! Yip!"

appeared on Leonel's shoulder, looking out

Blackstar. After all, he was the one that had

"Yip! Yip!"