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.

came to fusing with Forces, it did so with absolute ease. There wasn't a

that seemed to mean the same thing, and

Node was Creation to such an extreme that it

Destruction to such

cycle of yin and yang that made Evergreen's lotuses

used it to analyze them, and then replicated

had created a new Spear Dance

and hard to grasp. Sometimes it would multiply into thousands, and at other times, it would suddenly fuse into one, erupting with a level

into two. But what made it worse was that these

even the presence of Gods' Idols, forcing them into submission and stripping

they became Leonel's own

skies, each one seemingly being associated with a

much not a toddler had a similar ability. It was what revealed to him the Races that

compared to that little kid's palms, these were on

with rough skin and dragon 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 difficult to get a grasp on exactly what was happening

descended, space was frozen and a formerly short distance felt

hand that carried the essence of shadows, hidden and discreet, impossible to track and even more difficult

hand was completely 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 the

two sets of four palms appeared, Leonel didn't seem to

his Spear