Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1322 Final Battle - 9

"That is… the Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment," Freya whispered, her eyes wide with disbelief as she watched Max standing beneath seven massive lightning dragons. Her voice shook involuntarily, not out of terror, but from pure astonishment.

Having lived through many eras, she understood exactly what that lightning signified. Seeing such forces submit to a human, however, was an event that shattered her entire understanding of the world's laws.

She was unable to comprehend how Max had acquired them or what past deeds had drawn their gaze. The Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment never manifested for minor transgressions. They were indifferent to slaughter, conquest, or even genocide. To the world's will, a million lost lives were insignificant.

These bolts of lightning only descended when the fundamental balance of existence was violated—when a being posed a threat to the very framework that sustained the world. Surviving them was deemed impossible; controlling them was simply unthinkable.

Even cultivators ascending to the Divine Rank only encountered the standard Wraith of the World, which already possessed a horrifying lethality rate. The Seven Lightnings were a different matter entirely. They represented absolute judgment. Once they appeared, death was certain. No exceptions had ever been recorded, at least none Freya had ever heard of.

Lucien kept his eyes fixed on Max. His face was grim, filled with deep memory and discomfort. "I have heard of this," he stated heavily, his voice weighted with gravity. "Max drew the Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment back in the Mourning Depths. That incident sent ripples through many great powers, though the truth was quickly suppressed. He only survived because his fate manifested and stepped in."

Turning toward him, Freya’s brow furrowed. "Fate manifestation?" she echoed softly, as if the concept was foreign to her.

Lucien gave a firm nod. "Yes. His fate did more than just shield him. It absorbed the lightning into his body, sealing it away until his physical form, his concepts, and his very existence grew strong enough to withstand it. I have traveled many lands and encountered countless geniuses, but I have never seen or heard of anyone whose fate manifested so vividly and directly for their protection."

Taking a deep breath, Freya turned her gaze back to Max. He stood motionless while the divine punishment coiled around him like tamed beasts. "His fate was always superior to ours," she remarked quietly. "I realized that long ago. A fate of that magnitude does not easily surrender to death. It isn't surprising that it would trigger when faced with something that promised total annihilation."

Above, the heavens roared as the seven lightning dragons spiraled through the sky, their very presence warping light, space, and law. Below them, the world of Acaris shuddered—not because of Mark’s divine authority, but because of the judgment Max was preparing to discharge.

"Take this!" Max roared as his will exploded outward.

The seven-colored lightning dragons bellowed in unison, their cries merging into a sound that didn't just echo, but tore through the fabric of reality. They dove from the sky toward Mark, each dragon embodying a distinct facet of divine punishment.

Violet lightning fractured space in its path. Indigo lightning crushed worldly laws under its immense weight. Blue lightning transmuted everything it grazed into pure order. Green lightning consumed vitality to fuel destruction. Yellow lightning radiated an aura of supreme authority.

Orange lightning blazed with an unyielding resolve. Red lightning bore the weight of absolute annihilation. Together, they formed a sentence of judgment that was never intended to be resisted.

Mark gave a cold snort, his face twisting into a mask of contempt as he raised his hands. "Humph."

Dark red lightning surged from his palms, appearing as thick and viscous as blood transformed into thunder. Instead of scattering, it condensed with violent force, expanding and twisting until it took a solid shape.

In an instant, a massive demonic beast made of lightning appeared before him, its form forged from a fusion of corrupted divine power and infernal essence. Horns of crackling crimson energy jutted from its head, and its roar caused the world to tremble as it lunged forward.

The impact was immediate.

The sky shattered the moment the demonic lightning beast collided with the seven dragons.

A blinding flash of colors and shadows erupted, drowning the horizon in a chaotic storm of conflicting laws. Space buckled inward and ripped apart, only to be stitched back together by the force of Max’s spatial authority.

Far beyond the field of battle, mountains were wiped from existence by shockwaves that followed seconds later. Oceans were torn asunder as massive walls of water were blown apart, exposing the seabed before collapsing back in devastating waves.

The lightning dragons didn't merely hit the demonic beast. They savaged it from every angle, shredding pieces of its body with divine judgment.

The beast fought back frantically, its fangs and claws clashing against the dragons in bursts of red and violet light. Every collision erased entire segments of the sky, leaving behind screaming void scars that struggled to mend.

Mark’s eyes glowed with intensity as he funneled more power into his creation, pulling from the very essence of the world. The earth beneath his feet cracked and subsided as torrents of energy flowed upward into him. The demonic beast grew even larger and more savage, its roar overpowering even the thunder of the lightning dragons.

Max refused to back down. His body radiated seven colors as he pushed his control to its breaking point, with veins of lightning tracing patterns across his skin. In response, the dragons grew sharper and more powerful, beginning to dismantle the demonic beast piece by piece.

Every severed limb exploded into a storm of red lightning that fell like meteors, punching craters into the landscape.

For several agonizing seconds, the battle remained a stalemate.

Attacks met and neutralized one another, detonating in chain reactions that rocked the entire world of Acaris. The sky was ablaze, the land cried out, and reality itself seemed ready to crumble as godlike forces fought without restraint.

Even from their distant position, Freya and Lucien felt their souls shudder as they witnessed powers capable of toppling civilizations cancel each other out repeatedly.

At the center of the devastation, Max and Mark remained locked in a stare-down through the storm, both standing firm amidst the ruin. This had moved beyond a contest of technique or strategy. It was a direct clash between judgment and domination—between a will determined to sever all things and a god who refused to fall.

Neither had any intention of giving in.