Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1320 Final Battle - 7

The space behind Mark distorted silently, folding inward as if gripped by an invisible hand, even before his wounds could finish mending. Freya stepped out from the spatial ripple without making a sound, her presence entirely masked until the moment she decided to strike.

Her power was vastly different from Max’s, which typically manifested as a crushing weight. Instead, Freya’s energy was intricate and layered, woven with such meticulous precision that Mark’s divine senses failed to register her until it was too late.

Her expression remained detached and cold as a multitude of interlocking light runes appeared around her. Each rune spun at its own pace, carrying distinct laws that harmonized perfectly with one another.

As Freya lifted her hand, her authority expanded, causing the world to seemingly freeze. Space warped, time flowed unevenly, and the very concept of causality was reduced to a thin thread as her concentrated power gathered into a single point.

This was not the raw, cleaving force of Max’s sword or the domineering pressure of Mark’s crown. It was something far more lethal: a sequence of nested controls and stacked laws forming a flawless execution construct that denied any possibility of escape.

A massive, incomprehensibly complex sigil materialized behind her. From its heart, a pillar of condensed light erupted, lancing through Mark’s back before he could even turn around.

The strike did more than just pierce his flesh; it invaded his very being. Freya’s energy latched onto Mark’s divine essence, the authority of his crown, and the lingering traces of the True Origin Devil Blood, violently shattering the equilibrium between them.

“AHHHHH!” Mark screamed in excruciating pain as his divine power flared out of control. His regeneration came to a violent halt as fractures, like cracks in a sheet of glass, spread across his form. He was hurled forward by the impact, crashing into the earth with such violence that entire continents shook, despite the spatial laws Max had deployed to hold the world together.

Divinity-tainted blood sprayed into the air, and for the first time, Mark did not immediately stand back up.

Freya gave him no respite. She moved forward, her runes shifting and adapting as the technique evolved mid-strike. Luminous chains of authority burst from the sigil, binding Mark’s fallen body, his soul, his crown, and his divine core all at once.

Every chain applied a unique suppression: one halted his healing, another fractured causality, and a third severed his connection to the world’s divine power. Mark let out a roar as his crown pulsed with a frantic, erratic red light, struggling to regain its dominance.

When the brilliance faded, Mark was buried deep in the ruined earth, his mangled body struggling to repair itself while his divine aura flickered unstable. Freya hovered in the air above him, her face slightly pale from the effort of the attack, though her breathing remained rhythmic.

Even Max felt a shiver at the sight of the carnage. Her blow had done more than wound Mark’s physical shell; it had carved deep into his very foundation, leaving scars that even immortality could not easily wipe away.

Silence finally took Mark; his laughter had died, and his arrogance was visibly shaken. The god of this realm had been ambushed and nearly destroyed in a single heartbeat.

At that moment, Lucien arrived on the scene. His gaze was firm as he looked down at Mark’s broken state. “It is my turn, right?” he asked with a calm tone, as if the surrounding destruction were merely a peaceful meadow.

While Max had been distracting Mark, Lucien had already wiped Cain and the Ascendant army from existence. The pressure now radiating from him felt heavy even to someone as strong as Max.

“Hit him with your strongest attack,” Max replied instantly, his focus remaining fixed on Mark’s shattered form.

Lucien gave a slow nod and adjusted his gaming goggles. This was the decisive moment. This upcoming strike would reveal if Mark was truly killable or if their efforts would end in failure.

Lucien raised his palm, and the world seemed to tilt toward him, laws congregating by instinct as if acknowledging the climax of the battle.

However, before he could discharge his power, Mark’s head snapped up. A maddened scream erupted from his throat, drowning out all other sounds.

“You all… I will kill you! I will kill you all!” Mark bellowed as a violent explosion of crimson light burst from his crown. The energy was no longer controlled; it was chaotic, furious, and absolute. One by one, Freya’s chains shattered, turning into fragments of broken law that were consumed by the crown’s light. The ground beneath him gave way as if the planet itself were kneeling.

“What?!” Freya gasped, stunned that her restraints had been obliterated.

Suddenly, a massive pillar of light shot up from the core of Acaris, slamming into Mark and tethering him to the planet. Mountains split, the seas boiled, and ancient ley lines ignited like burning veins under the crust of the world.

“HAHHAHAHAH!” Mark laughed toward the heavens, his aura expanding without limit. He was no longer just borrowing power; he was claiming the world as his own.

“This world is mine!” Mark roared as the divine energy of Acaris surged into him. Distant cities collapsed as the planet groaned under the pressure, its core shaking as Mark forcibly drained its life force.

The sky swirled into red and gold vortexes, and divine storms manifested at his whim. His injuries closed instantly, his flesh knitting together at incredible speeds, and even the scars Freya had left on his essence began to vanish under the overwhelming planetary reinforcement.

Mark rose into the sky, his presence now absolute and suffocating. Every motion he made tore at space, and his very breath sent shockwaves through the air.

He gestured with one hand, causing the land below to rupture. Continents cracked as massive spears of divine energy shot from the earth toward Max and Lucien. With his other hand, he balled a fist, causing the sky to collapse inward into a giant vortex that threatened to pull the entire world into ruin.

Max reacted immediately, utilizing the full power of his fifth-level space concept to hold reality together. He created invisible barriers to seal the spatial rifts and deflected the divine spears, each impact causing explosions that could have wiped out mountain ranges.

Lucien stepped forward as well, his eyes shining with his own authority. He countered the imploding sky with a wave of stabilizing law, barely holding back Mark’s godlike strength.

Mark’s laughter rang out again, filled with pure insanity as he opened his arms wide. “Do you feel it?” he screamed. “The terror of a god with nothing left to lose. As long as this world stands, I will never fall!”