Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1324 Final Battle - 11

The world ceased to exist for anyone but the two of them the moment their eyes met.

Mark was the first to strike.

Lifting a single hand, the godlike bearer of the crown forced the heavens of Acaris to fold inward as if squeezed by a colossal, unseen fist. Vast territories of space collapsed toward his open palm, crushing together into a sphere of unfathomable density.

Tributaries of world essence surged into the orb, echoing with the metaphorical screams of continents, oceans, and mountains being liquidated. With a nonchalant flick of his wrist, Mark launched the sphere at Max. The projectile sliced through the fabric of reality like a cataclysmic star destined to terminate an era.

Max refused to give ground.

The seven-colored lightning thundered beneath him in a unified roar while his Concept of Severing Sword reached a pinnacle of absolute sharpness. He delivered a single, precise swing. Though the motion was simple, it carried the weight of both infernal ruin and holy retribution.

The blade did not merely hit the incoming attack; it severed it. By cutting through the laws of cause and effect, the condensed world essence was stripped of its purpose. The sphere collapsed into a silent implosion before detonating into a tempest of fractured laws that rained down upon the battlefield like divine teardrops.

Mark’s laughter rang out, heavy with the resonance of thunder and absolute command. As he unfurled his wings, the earth beneath Max’s feet disintegrated. Massive chains forged from the very laws of the world burst from the ground. Each link was as wide as a mountain range and etched with runes of sovereignty, weaving together the strands of space, fate, and causality.

They lunged at Max from every angle, intending to bind him to the planet and grind him into nothingness beneath the world’s weight.

Max’s infernal side erupted, sending out waves of black flames that incinerated the chains on contact. Simultaneously, his sacred half radiated with the intensity of a sun.

The White Lotus Ice Essence reached full bloom, flash-freezing the remaining chains mid-air. It didn't just halt their movement; it locked their underlying laws into total stasis. With a single forward stride, Max shattered the constructs, sending shards of frozen law drifting through the sky like dying stars.

In the blink of an eye, Mark appeared directly in front of him, moving beyond the constraints of distance. He threw a punch that carried the crushing mass of an entire world. Space buckled around the fist, and time itself stuttered for a heartbeat, unable to process the force.

Max met the blow head-on.

Channeled through his Vein of Origin, holy radiance and infernal Qi surged through his limbs. Their fists met with a shockwave that didn't spread outward but detonated toward the ground. The planet’s crust split open, exposing the molten core miles below until Max’s spatial laws forced the tectonic wound to close. Despite this, the entire world vibrated as if it were howling in pain.

They traded strikes at a speed that bypassed human perception.

Every hit possessed enough power to vaporize peak Divine Rank experts without leaving a trace. Mark manipulated reality into spears, blades, and collapsing horizons, each technique a unique manifestation of his godhood.

Max countered with the ultimate power of severance. He dismantled attacks at their origin, sliced through spatial anchors, and froze divine manifestations, all while his black flames and sacred light burned through the very fabric of causality.

Seven lightning dragons spiraled down once more. Rather than a blunt assault, they wove through Max’s strikes, attacking with flawless synchronization.

Mark retaliated by conjuring avatars of the world’s will—monolithic entities of stone, sea, fire, and air that crashed against the dragons. Each impact birthed storms capable of rending continents, though Max’s spatial mastery erased the destruction as quickly as it appeared.

The intensity of the conflict escalated without a second of respite.

Mark raised his arms, bending the horizon into a massive ring that encircled them. The world itself tried to rewrite reality to erase Max's very existence. However, the Concept of Severing Sword blazed, its edge cutting through the essence of being. Max carved his way out of that rewritten destiny, his sword leaving a shimmering gash across Mark’s chest that leaked both sacred light and hellish shadow.

Mark let out a roar, his calm finally shattered by rage. He unleashed the total authority of his crown. The heavens turned a deep crimson as a rain of laws descended like a final judgment, each one specifically designed to delete Max from existence.

Max responded by unleashing everything he had.

Cloaked in seven-colored lightning, he charged. His sacred and infernal powers resonated in perfect unison. His blade was no longer just a weapon but a line of ultimate finality. With one decisive upward slash, he struck.

The sky was torn in two.

The blow did not end the fight, but it sent a tremor through the god.

For the first time, Mark stumbled backward, his divine blood falling to the earth like scorching stars.

The momentum of the battle shifted the moment Max pushed his advantage.

Max didn't allow Mark a single moment to breathe after he faltered. The seven-colored lightning coiled around Max like a suit of celestial armor, his dual natures vibrating with terrifying synergy.

He stepped through the dimensions, forcing space to yield to his presence, and materialized in front of Mark. His first punch, bolstered by the Vein of Origin and saturated with sacred judgment and infernal power, shattered the divine halo behind Mark’s head. Fragments of glowing sigils scattered like the remains of a broken galaxy.

Bellowing in fury, Mark struck back with wings of world essence that could have wiped out entire nations. Max sliced through them before they could complete their arc.

The Concept of Severing Sword acted as an absolute command; the wings were severed from their causal roots, turning into useless energy before they could reach him. Black flames immediately incinerated the remnants, while the White Lotus Ice Essence bloomed to freeze the local space, trapping Mark for a fraction of a second.

That tiny window was all Max needed.

A barrage of strikes followed, each one heavy with concentrated power. A golden sacred palm slammed into Mark's chest, caving it in and crushing the divine runes etched into his skin.

An explosion of infernal Qi followed, tearing through Mark’s midsection and ripping away chunks of world essence that struggled to regenerate. The seven-colored lightning struck in calculated arcs, systematically dismantling the specific laws Mark used to maintain his physical stability.

Mark tried to fight back by warping causality, attempting to rewrite space so that Max’s strikes would miss or arrive late.

Max simply severed the attempt itself. A single, deliberate movement of his sword fractured the flow of cause and effect that Mark was trying to manipulate. The link between the god and the world faltered, and the resulting backlash rippled through Mark’s body like an internal detonation.

“How dare you!” Mark screamed, once again invoking the crown's supreme authority.

The ground beneath Max vanished as Mark triggered a total collapse of reality—a void intended to consume all of existence. Max didn't run. He walked right into the heart of the collapse.

His fifth-level mastery of the Concept of Space overrode the failing laws, while his Severing Sword paved a way forward. The cataclysmic phenomenon split around him, dissolving into harmless sparks as Max stepped out untouched, his gaze burning with intensity.

He continued his relentless assault.

Max hoisted his blade, pouring every ounce of his power into the weapon. Infernal Qi shrieked as it flooded the steel. Sacred light stabilized the edge. Lightning danced along the blade, while ice reinforced its core. Space guided its trajectory, and severance defined its soul. He brought the sword down, catching Mark squarely across the torso.

The impact was devastating.

Mark’s divine form was nearly split from shoulder to hip. A deluge of divine blood and tainted essence poured out, scorching the sky. He was sent flying, tumbling through layers of reality before slamming into the earth with enough force to reopen the planet's wounds.

Before Mark could even begin to heal, Max descended like a silent executioner. His fist crushed Mark’s face, his knee shattered the god's core, and his blade flashed repeatedly, systematically severing Mark’s ties to the world.

Mark’s resistance grew desperate. His attacks lost their majesty, becoming sluggish and panicked. Every time he tried to gather his Qi, Max was already there to freeze, burn, or crush his efforts.

The god of Acaris was driven back, his once-flawless form now a map of cracked laws and leaking essence.

Finally, Max stood over him. Seven-colored lightning roared above while his dual forms blazed together. He held his sword with a chilling, absolute calm.

For the first time since his ascension, Mark realized the truth.

He was being crushed.

It wasn't because of luck or a clever ruse.

It was because of undeniable, overwhelming strength.

Max peered down at him, his voice cold and steady while the world shook.

“This is the extent of my power,” he declared.

The god of Acaris tried to stand, but the world no longer obeyed his calls as it had before.

Max had seized total command of the fight.

Mark was being completely dominated. However, within a single second, his body surged with power and restored itself to its peak state.

“How dare you!” Mark shrieked as his blood spilled, his voice echoing through the heavens like the cry of a wounded deity. He could not process the reality that, even at his strongest, Max was overpowering him. He was a god... how could a mere mortal best him? He refused to believe it!

Fury distorted his features as he looked at the red stains on his divine skin. He had merged with the world.

He was the law, the will, and the authority itself. A god was supposed to be beyond injury, yet the burning wound on his chest proved otherwise.

The crown on his head flared with a violent light, but instead of expanding, it began to collapse inward. The essence of Acaris was forcibly dragged toward him in massive waves. Entire continents grew dark as if their very life force was being harvested.

The colors drained from the sky, the seas turned to glass, and the planet’s very pulse skipped a beat. This was no longer Mark utilizing the world’s power. This was Mark devouring the world itself.

“You have forced my hand,” Mark said, his voice echoing with a distorted, hollow tone as cracks of light spread across his body. “Now, witness the end of all things.”