Dimensional Descent

Leonel took a step, and his figure seemed to encompass the world for a moment. Behind him was his wife, fighting a battle that he couldn't help her with. Before him were his brothers, holding off the frontline and blocking off all the rabble. He only had one job: deal with all those that they couldn't deal with.

He took another step and suddenly vanished. The eyes of Evergreen flashed with a dense green color that was much less emerald-like than his mother's. It was dark, but not in a sinister way. Instead, it was more of a deep, floral green, one that one would see in a dense Amazonian forest. Wood Force soared through the air, and countless arms and palms descended.

Leonel's gaze flashed. He immediately noticed something that made his heart palpitate. The attacks of a God, even the simplest ones, all carried an air of mystery that most could never see through. It held a cadence that fused with the Laws of the world, humming along with them, hiding their intentions within their folds, and only breaking free of those restraints when it suited them. It was a hodgepodge of laws he recognized and ones that Evergreen had created herself. It was a sort of magical martial art that couldn't be explained in just a few words. But if Leonel had to, it was as though they had incorporated Natural Force Arts into their very combat style.

Against such existences, if you tried to have a normal battle, you could be crushed. Luckily, Leonel wasn't normal. Even his own Dream Force wasn't able to see through such a combat style. It was still at the Higher Creation State, after all. It wasn't prepared to see through an Idol-supported battle style, Sovereign or not. However, Leonel wasn't alone. He had the Life Tablet. It only took a single move of his intention for the Life Tablet to imprint this Natural Force Art. Its mysteries reflected in Leonel's mind, and he expelled all other distracting thoughts.

one moment, it had felt like there was simply nowhere to dodge. In the next, Leonel's spear flickered as he cut along the side of one of the many arms, slightly delaying its descent and splitting it in two. He weaved out of the way and struck out with his spear again. His body and his spear seemed to have formed a single unit. When his feet

computation that was necessary, he still seemed capable of reading dozens of moves ahead, even against such a God. He realized by the thousandth exchange that precisely because of the battle style of

in the skies, swiping out his spear a single time, and yet causing thousands of slashing blades to erupt in a spherical storm. All the blade lights

Spear Dance

play a completely different role. His spear tip trembled and then became completely still. He remembered just how steady his father's blade always was, how it could face off against the Stars and the Laws of the World without shaking even the

spears seemed to howl in unison. God or not, the moment Leonel's