Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1321 Final Battle - 8

As the atmosphere shifted, Max’s expression darkened instantly. The weight pressing down upon him transcended mere ranks or concepts; it was a suffocating, heavy force, as if the planet itself had sided with Mark to obliterate any resistance.

The energy swirling around Mark had ceased its chaotic instability. Now, it was a boundless and vast torrent, surging directly from the veins of Acaris into his form, transforming him into a living manifestation of the world's own will.

“He is fueling himself with the very essence of the world,” Freya noted, her brow furrowed in a deep frown as she fought to stay upright within the warping space. Her chest echoed with every pulse of the planet, and she felt her mastery over her own laws being ruthlessly drowned out. “If he was our equal before, his current power has now climbed far beyond us.”

“This is a grim situation,” Lucien remarked with a quiet sigh, lifting his arms to stabilize the fracturing space surrounding them. The strain was now visible. The effortless poise he usually held had vanished, replaced by a focus sharpened to a razor’s edge. “If he keeps absorbing power at this rate, killing him might actually be an impossible task.”

“Perish, all three of you!” Mark bellowed, his laughter sounding manic as he threw his arms wide. At that moment, the firmament seemed to shatter. Massive cracks tore through the sky, unleashing floods of crimson divine energy that poured down like a rain of the apocalypse.

Every single droplet possessed the weight of a continent, erasing the land wherever they landed. Mountains were snuffed out, seas turned to steam, and the earth beneath Max, Freya, and Lucien splintered, regardless of the layers of spatial reinforcement Max had desperately established.

With a forward thrust of Mark’s hand, the world obeyed. A massive tide of planetary energy roared toward them, a mixture of pressurized earth, seas, and atmosphere twisted together through divine authority. Max stepped out and activated his fifth level concept of space at its peak, creating a multi-layered shield that distorted reality itself.

The impact of the wave sent Max tumbling backward through the air, blood spraying from his lips as the kinetic shock bypassed his defenses and tore through his frame.

Simultaneously, Freya moved, unleashing her most complex laws in quick succession to neutralize the following shockwaves. Her counterattack was both terrifying and graceful, as layers of woven power shredded fragments of Mark’s offensive before they could strike home.

Despite her efforts, her face turned pale as the backlash traveled through her meridians, and glowing cracks began to spiderweb across her arms from the immense pressure.

Lucien intervened immediately, his aura flaring as he intercepted a second attack Mark had launched without hesitation. This time, it was a collapsing gravity sphere forged from the planet’s core, pulling everything into its center. Lucien used raw authority to force it apart, but the resulting explosion sent him crashing into the earth, carving a canyon miles long before he finally stopped.

Mark showed no signs of stopping or slowing down. Every action he took reshaped the entire planet’s battlefield. He called forth storms that swallowed light, seas of divine flames that burned without heat, and crushing pressures that warped local time under the sheer mass of the world’s essence.

The three fought to keep pace, their defenses overlapping and shattering, only to be reformed again and again as they were forced into a desperate retreat.

For the first time in the conflict, the disparity between them was undeniable. Mark wasn't just stronger; he was overwhelming. Every strike he dealt carried the weight of a whole world, and surviving was no longer about skill or comprehension—it was a raw struggle against total annihilation.

Furthermore, he was being perpetually recharged by the world’s essence. By connecting himself to Acaris, he had attained a level of power that no mortal force could hope to oppose.

“Big Sis, Lucien. Get back,” Max commanded, his voice remaining firm even as a storm began to swirl around him. “I’m going to try something.”

Freya stared at him, stunned. She couldn't imagine what kind of ability Max still possessed that could possibly challenge Mark’s current state. Nevertheless, she trusted him. Gritting her teeth, she withdrew, pulling herself away from the center of the battlefield to put as much distance as possible between herself and the coming upheaval.

Lucien followed suit, though his face bore a much more complicated look. His eyes narrowed as he backed away, not out of terror, but out of a sense of recognition.

Mark tilted his head in amusement, though the feeling didn't reach his eyes. “What? You actually have something left that can stand against me?” he mocked, the divine energy of the crown flaring with arrogance as the planet continued to feed him strength.

“I do,” Max answered calmly, taking a long, deep breath.

As he exhaled, the world itself seemed to scream.

Violet lightning exploded from Max’s form—not the weak, unstable flicker he had once struggled to control, but its true, perfected manifestation.

This lightning bore an ancient authority, merciless and sharp, carrying the weight of ultimate judgment. It was followed by indigo lightning, heavy as condensed law, then blue lightning that crackled with absolute clarity, and green lightning pulsing with a blend of life and destruction. Yellow lightning emerged next, radiant and kingly, then orange lightning burning with fierce determination, and finally, red lightning surged out, wrathful and savage, intending only to annihilate.

The seven colors did not spread out randomly. They ascended together, spiraling into the firmament and piercing through the clouds and space as if they were nothing. The heavens ripped open as the lightning shifted, each color taking the shape of a massive dragon that let out a roar like the voice of divine retribution.

Seven dragons now coiled in the sky above Max, their bodies composed entirely of the lightning that represented judgment, balance, destruction, and the inevitable.

These were no common lightning dragons. They were the physical forms of the Seven Colored Lightning of Divine Punishment—the very same lightning used by the Wrath of the World to wipe out those who dared to defy the balance of existence. For eons, this lightning was a force that fell upon mortals without pity. Now, for the very first time, it obeyed a human being.

The entire planet shuddered.

Distant mountain ranges crumbled without a touch. Oceans boiled and churned as massive tidal waves rose, only to freeze under the suffocating authority filling the air. Even the red cloud calamity in the distance slowed its march, as if it sensed a power it should not dare to provoke.

Mark’s confident expression finally broke.

He could still feel the planet fueling him and the crown granting him divine authority, but this lightning was not part of the world’s essence. It was something far superior—a force that judged worlds rather than serving them.

Max stood at the heart of the storm, his body wreathed in the seven colors of lightning, yet remaining whole. In the past, this power would have obliterated him. When he first tapped into the violet lightning, his body had nearly failed under just a fraction of its energy.

However, his physique had since been tempered by the Giant Dwarves, forged far beyond the limits of any mortal. The awakening of the first of the Seven Divine Veins—the Vein of Origin—had provided him with a foundation capable of enduring primordial forces. Most importantly, his fifth level concept of lightning allowed him to command it not just as energy, but as a fundamental law.

The seven dragons bowed their heads toward him, recognizing him as their master.

Max looked up at Mark, his eyes shimmering with all seven colors at once—cold, calm, and relentless.

“For all of eternity,” Max stated softly, his voice echoing across the entire world, “this lightning has delivered judgment on behalf of the world. Today, I shall use it to judge you on behalf of everything you have destroyed.”