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.

It could be said that while most Idols were False Idols, mimicking the creation of new Forces rather than actually being a new Force, Drake had formed a True Idol, introducing an all-new Force into the world.

Drake's existence was so rare that most present didn't even recognize how special he was. Though, that was also because he had yet to summon his Idol.

The weakness of Drake was the fact that he had only reached the 1st Tier of the Ninth Dimension. Compared to these existences that had been in the Ninth Dimension for much of their lives, he was very much lacking.

However, the power of his True Idol had helped bridge that gap somewhat.

At the very least, Leonel and his brothers weren't completely defenseless. And even if they were… Leonel was certain of one thing.

He would find them a way out of this.

No matter what.

Even if they had escaped earlier, it wouldn't have changed anything. The plane they were in had completely changed, and the range of the void was likewise becoming limited as well.

Still, there was no use wallowing in such things.

Since he stood here, holding his spear, he had already made his decision. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The Primordial Terror remained silent. The last thing he expected was that after his rise, he would suddenly find himself being disrespected. He had planned out this event for millions of years, only for things to turn out this way.

And yet, his mental state was far 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 of the greatest weaknesses of the Primordial Terrors in the past…

Their anger.

Staring at Leonel now… he found it difficult to muster up the care for an ant.

Just now, he 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 blood-soaked hands of his race's enemy.

But after analyzing the situation…

He couldn't bring himself to care much more.

Even Elysium, who had just broken through, didn't dare to move. The ignorant were truly fearless.

"Kill him." The aged Primordial Terror said lightly. Then it closed its eyes as though it couldn't be bothered to deal with the rest of the situation.

The smile on Leonel's face didn't change in the slightest. If anything, his momentum only grew.

"Yip! Yip!"

A little Blackstar suddenly appeared on Leonel's shoulder, looking out into the world with fierce, black-marble eyes.

"You see that overgrown oaf over there?" Leonel suddenly spoke to Blackstar. After all, he was the one that had called the little guy out.

"Yip! Yip!"

"He's what they call a Celestial Terra."

"Yip!"

"Mm, he used to be called a Primordial Terror. But you see, in the past, they had to tuck their tails and run, they even changed their own names."

"Yip! Yip!" Blackstar's face twisted with disdain.

"Right? Truly shameless. They hid their family names like they were ashamed of it, even let someone else take their mantle."

"Yip!" Blackstar drew a claw through the air.

"You want to kick them out of the Beast Races?"

"Yip!"

Leonel nodded seriously. "I understand. Honestly, they've already lost the right to be God Beasts of Destruction at this point. I think someone else should take up that mantle."

"Yip! Yip! Yip!"

Blackstar rose up to his hind legs and patted his chest as though to say: "Me! Me! Me!"

Leonel laughed a booming laughter, one that echoed across the skies like thunder.

"I definitely agree. Mhm. You know, this guy casually appeared in front of me despite knowing I have the Life Tablet. He's a bit too arrogant, don't you think? How about we knock him down a peg?"

"Yip!"

A trembling aura roared out of Blackstar.