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.

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

Destruction. Destruction and Creation. A cycle of the two that seemed to mean the

such an

Node was Destruction to such an

cycle of yin and yang that made Evergreen's lotuses look like

Tablet, used it to analyze them, and then replicated

created a new Spear Dance

spear danced through the air, ethereal and hard to grasp. Sometimes it would multiply into thousands, and at other times,

sliced into two. But what made it worse was that these very Forces would wrap around the blade, infusing themselves into Leonel's strike and strengthening

ground down even the presence of Gods' Idols, forcing

they became Leonel's own

one seemingly

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

compared to that little kid's palms, these

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

it descended, space was frozen and a formerly short distance felt like

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

Nomad, or a Human, or a Cloud Race member. It looked so completely

these two sets of four palms appeared, Leonel didn't seem to have anywhere to escape to. There was only death

his