Leonel's momentum was undying and extended into infinity.
After he killed the first elder, it was like his spear began to tremble with hunger and greed. Having tasted the blood of a supreme expert once, it wanted to taste it again.
The pressure on him plummeted at first, but then it seemed to multiply. This wasn't only because these old fossils suddenly felt a true threat to their life, but also because of the logistics of the battle.
Leonel's size, when compared to them, was quite literally an ant to a human. They were too large.
Trying to fight in the skies like this when Leonel was just a small target was part of the reason Leonel had been able to continuously find flaws in their battle style.
The moment one of them fell, not only did their fury rise and their sense of seriousness become heightened, but it was also one less large body in the skies to contend again.
Leonel sensed the pressure on him increase, but it was as though he hadn't noticed at all.
The cold sharpness in his gaze remained. Wounds continuously appeared on his body and blood mixed with his sweat, falling to the ground like meteors.
And yet, his bearing only seemed to grow more and more profound.
"Die."
The word resonated with the world once again. It slashed across the world and the skies darkened as though even Blackstar's black fog wasn't menacing enough.
A Celestial Ember was split in two, a mournful cry echoing through the skies.
The pressure increased on Leonel once again, and roars bombarded him.
An invisible sphere of influence formed around him, repelling the furious sound waves. He stood high in the skies, and as his spear drew across the clouds, the power of worlds seemed to fuse into him.
If one were to speak of the plant that had had the most philosophical discussion surrounding it in Earth's history, it wouldn't be a plant at all, but rather a seed.
The mustard seed.
It was one of the smallest seeds in the world, yet capable of growing far beyond its station.
Forming a Creation State Force wasn't just about gaining a powerful external card. There was a reason that even without eliciting the help of their Forces, Creation State Ninth Dimensional existences were a level above Life State Ninth Dimensional existences.
It was a complete change in foundation, as though the body was being risen to another level.
Suddenly, Leonel's two Incomplete Worlds were nowhere near enough to display the power of his Forces, but it also didn't seem to matter in the slightest.
At that moment, a powerful slash came over, slicing through his Absolute Domain and into his chest.
Blood flew and a cut as deep as bone appeared as crimson fell like the rain.
The furious slash of the White Spectral Tiger had nearly taken Leonel's life in a single blow, and yet Leonel didn't seem to have noticed at all. In fact, his bones were completely untouched.
"Three..."
He spoke lightly.
Another slash came and a bombardment rained down from all sides.
His left arm was almost taken off his body. He lost a part of his right leg from the foot down. He even seemed to have been blinded in an eye.
But he didn't move...
"Two."
Because he couldn't move.
The rampaging of his Bow and Spear Force was so fierce that there was nothing he could do but stand there, focusing all his attention on suppressing them.
"One."
And that was when his final word descended.
Beaten bloodied, he slowly raised his spear once again.