Chapter 3062 Everything (2)

Chapter 3062 Everything (2)

Leonel's eyes went bloodshot, his body shaking as though he couldn't sense his sizzling skin.

"STOP!" Monet roared. "You've done enough!"

Leonel completely ignored her. His muscles flexed, and the flames shattered into scattered pieces.

Monet's eyes widened, but then they filled with a determined light.

"I'm trying not to hurt you! But since you don't want my kindness, fine!"

The scorching heat behind Leonel increased severalfold. It was so powerful that Leonel felt himself catching on fire.

Leonel's fury peaked as he finally looked back.

Monet felt a shock to her soul. It was like something had driven a spear right into it, and fear crept up her spine, almost collapsing her to the ground.

It was at that moment that a second streaking light appeared. Or, rather... a streaking darkness.

"STOP! STOP!"

Mordred appeared between Leonel and Monet, stopping things before they truly became bad. However, the towering rage in Leonel's heart only seemed to burn brighter.

"BREAK! BREAK! BREAK! BREAK!"

Leonel turned back toward the barrier, unleashing barrage after barrage. Nothing seemed capable of making the barrier do much more than tremble slightly, even with the World Spirit, even with Blackstar's help—it was all worthless.

Nothing was enough.

Leonel's soul was quickly dissipating, and an eerily familiar scene was playing out once again. His soul was quickly slipping away, and no matter how hard he tried, it just wasn't enough.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Leonel continued to form spear after spear, not caring about the shattering of his wrists or weapons, or the backlash to his soul.

All he had was a spear. All he had was his bow. But they weren't enough.

"NOT AGAIN!"

BANG!

Leonel's arm snapped back with so much force that his entire shoulder dislocated. In fact, his flesh had grown so sparse and fragile that the skin nearly tore along with it. The tiniest strand of flesh seemed to remain, barely holding it in place.

He cocked his other arm back and swung again, but this time, his wrist was caught—not by Monet, but by Mordred.

Tears streamed down Mordred's face as she kept muttering an apology, but she realized that Monet was right. Leonel wasn't getting anywhere; he was just going to kill himself if he kept it up.

"GET OFF OF ME!"

An unexpected power thrummed through Leonel's body and forced Mordred back. Her eyes couldn't help but widen in shock, not understanding how Leonel's body could possibly still have enough strength to do that. Even if he had been in tip-top shape, he shouldn't have been able to blow her back like that.

Violet plumes of smoke exuded from the edges of Leonel's eyes and came smoldering out from his feet.

His body churned and whined.

"BREAK!"

He pierced out again, but the scene was just the same. In fact, it was worse.

This arm didn't survive, being ripped out of its socket from the force of the backlash.

Shattered bits of spear and a hollowed arm went flying into the distance, crashing against the wall.

Leonel's heaving breaths were the only things that could be heard outside of the reverberating boom of his previous strikes.

He lifted up his one lanky remaining arm. Grabbing at the air, the previous injury only began healing enough to pop his arm back into place.

There was a certain devastation in Leonel's eyes, an unwillingness to allow anything to stand in his way.

He unleashed a roar and struck down again with everything he had.