Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1308 Helping Michael

With a quiet sense of certainty, Max looked at Victor and spoke calmly. "Do not worry. He will be fine."

As those words left his lips, Max redirected his entire focus toward Michael. Utilizing his Three Dimensional Body, he scrutinized the man in depth. Every ripple of aura and every fracture within Michael's soul and mind became visible to his perception.

He could distinctly feel the way the evil energy had breached Michael's physical form and infiltrated his consciousness. It was warping his thoughts, forcing him into a berserk state fueled entirely by destruction and malice.

Had this been standard infernal energy, Max would have acted without hesitation. He could have simply devoured it from Michael's body without risking himself. After all, he possessed a deep understanding of infernal energy. It originated from the True Origin Devil Blood that had corrupted Mark, twisting the divine authority of a crownbearer into a dark, perverted form.

Mark had once wielded the power of this world through his crown, and when that power was tainted by the True Origin Devil Blood, it became the infernal energy that Max had long ago mastered and suppressed.

However, this situation was different. The energy poisoning Michael and saturating the temple was not infernal energy. It possessed a far more destructive and vicious nature—something colder and more absolute in its cruelty.

Max sensed the energy resisting his observation, behaving as if it had a will of its own, desperate to corrupt and consume anything it encountered. He knew instinctively that a careless attempt to devour this energy could lead to disastrous consequences, even for someone of his caliber.

"This energy is not something simple," Max murmured, speaking more to himself than his companions. "It is far more potent than infernal energy and far more dangerous."

Michael continued his struggle, his eyes clouded with madness and his breathing ragged, yet Max did not rush. He steadied his mind, analyzing the predicament with extreme caution.

Whatever was hidden behind the door had already proven it could reach out and infect even peak Divine Rank experts without making physical contact. If they made even one reckless move from this point forward, the price would be immense.

For a brief moment, Max observed Michael in silence, his gaze thoughtful and deep. Finally, he reached into his spatial storage and retrieved a small jar adorned with complex, ancient inscriptions.

A faint warmth emanated from the jar’s surface, and the runes engraved upon it radiated a suppressive aura that made the very air feel heavy. This was the same vessel Balthazar had once used against him to devour his black flames; Max had claimed it from Balthazar’s corpse after their battle, sensing it would eventually serve a purpose.

He turned and passed the jar to Victor. "Take this," Max instructed calmly. "When I give the word, use your mana to activate the jar."

Though Victor did not understand Max's plan or how the jar would function in this crisis, he could hear the absolute confidence in the young man's voice. Without any questions, he accepted the vessel carefully, gripping it with both hands as if it might react violently. He gave a solemn nod, indicating he would follow Max's orders perfectly.

Max then shifted his attention back to Michael. His eyes sharpened as he pushed his Three Dimensional Body to its limit, expanding his perception far beyond the physical realm. Simultaneously, black flames erupted from his body, completely enveloping Michael.

These flames did not scorch Michael’s flesh. Instead, they moved like sentient shadows, infiltrating his body and weaving through his soul, blood, and meridians with surgical precision. With great care, Max began the process of devouring the evil energy that had invaded Michael from the tainted temple.

The initial resistance was fierce. The evil energy clung to Michael’s mind and body like a stubborn parasite, writhing as it refused to be cast out. Gradually, however, thin wisps of black energy began to leak from Michael’s pores, his mouth, and even his eyes.

This was the essence responsible for his madness—the corruption that had twisted his mind and sparked his homicidal intent. Max remained completely focused, using the devouring power of his black flames to force the energy out piece by piece, ensuring not a single drop could retreat back inside.

Once a significant amount of the corrupted energy had been extracted, Max looked up and commanded firmly, "Now."

Victor moved instantly. He flooded the jar with his mana, triggering the inscriptions on its surface. The runes ignited one by one, and a powerful suction force surged from the mouth of the jar.

The black evil energy Max had pulled out was immediately drawn toward the vessel, twisting and compressing as it was sucked inside. As soon as the energy entered, the inscriptions flashed brilliantly, sealing it away and preventing any leakage.

"Good," Max noted with a nod, seeing the process working exactly as intended.

He did not stop. Keeping the black flames wrapped around Michael, Max continued to extract the evil energy layer by layer until the man's body stopped emitting the foul aura. Each time the corruption surfaced, it was instantly drawn into the jar and safely contained, leaving it no opportunity to retaliate or escape.

This procedure lasted for nearly an hour. Sweat began to bead on Max's forehead due to the delicate and hazardous level of control required. Beside him, Victor held the jar steady, his arms trembling slightly from the constant mana drain needed to keep the vessel active.

Finally, the flow of dark energy stopped. Michael’s body went limp, and his breathing began to stabilize as the insanity drained from his face.

When Max at last retracted his black flames, the evil energy had been entirely purged from Michael’s system, all of it safely locked within the ancient jar.

Max exhaled slowly as he confirmed the final traces of corruption were gone. The heavy, oppressive aura in the hall noticeably faded, and Michael’s breath became regular once again.

Only then did Max permit himself a moment of relief, aware that a single error during the process could have ended Michael’s life or pulled Max into an unknown peril.

He stood straight and turned to face the others, his expression unwavering and grave. "I do not know what lies beyond this door," Max stated solemnly. "Whatever is back there is the origin of this corruption, and it is far more lethal than anything we have faced. Because of that, I suggest you all enter the Life Space Rings. Only Lucien and I will move forward from here."