BOOM!
A furious aura soared into the skies in a hidden Holy Land. It felt like the world was collapsing for a moment.
Until now, Leonel had taken all the corpses of those he had killed, causing them to vanish from the world.
But this time, he had left it behind on purpose despite the value of the corpse.
He was making a very clear point.
Unless they started to take him seriously, they were only bound to suffer an even more tragic fate.
He was Leonel Morales, a name that they had ignored until now, but could no longer dismiss.
Nova, a familiar Ancestor Celestial Ember, stood stoically. A powerful pressure coming from her.
This was her territory, and yet Leonel was running so rampantly.
What was this child's goal? Just to unless carnage? He didn't even seem to be targeting the Void Race as much as he had in the past.
She never expected that things would come to this.
