Dimensional Descent

Leonel took a breath only to find that he didn't have the lungs to breathe with. Aches and pain wracked his body, as though despite the fact he hadn't taken many injuries during his battle with Evergreen, his body was still reminding him that he was way out of his league.

He took another breath and hacked up blood, but the coldness in his eyes didn't fade. He never lost his focus for even a moment and he had already taken out several lumps of Celestial Terra meat.

The two Gods, Zoltene and another that Leonel didn't recognize, surged forward. This second God was none other than Solaraan, but whatever his name was didn't matter much to Leonel. It made no difference at all.

No matter who stood before him, he would cut them down. That was the promise he had made to himself.

It didn't matter how much his body broke down. It didn't matter what the odds were. It didn't matter that they were existences that had ruled over lands and even time itself for countless years.

None of it mattered.

The halos around Leonel's wrists trembled and his Spear Force surged.

These very same Gods who so many feared were doing their best to ensure that he couldn't heal himself. They were going out of their way to stop him.

They had felt what fear was, but they hadn't let it settle in yet. They still dared to raise their blades, they still dared to attack him, they still dared to insult the dignity of a King.

[Life Steal].

BANG!

Leonel's Spear Force broke into the Middle Creation State and his aura thrummed. Scarlet Star Force thrummed in his kidneys and rampaged throughout his body, fusing with the Universal Force within him to create something new.

with absolute ease. There wasn't a Force

Creation. A cycle of the two that seemed to mean the same thing,

was Creation to such an extreme that it

Innate Node was Destruction to such

yang that made Evergreen's lotuses look like nothing

Tablet, used it to analyze them, and then replicated that very same thing with

instant, he had created a new Spear Dance

as the hole in his chest was quickly patched together. His spear danced through the air, ethereal and hard to grasp. Sometimes it would multiply into thousands, and at other times, it would suddenly fuse

easily sliced into two. But what made it worse was that

the presence of Gods' Idols, forcing

they became

descended from the skies, each one seemingly being associated

a toddler had a similar ability. It was what revealed to him the Races

that little kid's palms, these were on

claws that looked like it could come from no other Race than the Pluto. When it descended, Leonel felt as though time was distorting and it was

a hand that reflected the Stars and galaxies. When it descended, space was frozen and a formerly short distance felt like

a hand that carried the essence of shadows, hidden

and utterly normal. It could have come from a Nomad, or a Human, or a Cloud Race member. It looked so completely and utterly normal, and yet it also seemed to carry

palms appeared, Leonel didn't seem to have anywhere to escape to. There was only death awaiting

his