Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1561 Encountering a DEVIL!

"There are humans hiding here!"

A booming shout echoed across the battlefield.

"Kill them!"

The devils had spotted them.

Max's face shifted instantly. "Run!" he yelled without a second thought.

The team responded immediately, spinning around and dashing away at full speed. Yet, traveling together hindered their pace, and their tight grouping made swift retreat challenging.

From behind, a fearsome force rushed toward them.

The devils were rapidly gaining ground.

In mere seconds, one blocked their way ahead of the group.

This marked their first direct encounter with an actual devil.

The monster loomed above them, its form enormous and hideous, as if sculpted from pure shadow. Its hide gleamed with an eerie black hue, while subtle scarlet streaks throbbed underneath like channels of boiling blood. Its elongated, warped appendages terminated in talons that appeared able to rip apart the void.

Its visage proved even more nightmarish.

A contorted, human-like frame warped into something monstrous, its maw stretched in an eternal leer brimming with jagged, irregular teeth. Its gaze blazed with a malevolent crimson light, empty of feeling and brimming solely with icy murderous urge. Twin crimson horns glowing atop its skull rendered its countenance all the more dreadful.

A choking aura emanated from it.

The instant it materialized, the atmosphere thickened, bearing down on all like an unseen burden. It wasn't merely might.

It embodied doom.

A thick, crushing force poured from the devil, infused with utter annihilation, as if whatever faced it would vanish without a fight.

The group halted briefly.

No common foe was this.

This entity operated on a wholly superior plane.

All members stiffened upon spotting the devil in their path. Though its emitted pressure peaked at the Law Refinement Realm, confronting a genuine devil instilled an unprecedented terror in their hearts.

Beyond raw might's burden, it delved deeper, primal, as though their essence itself recoiled from that creature's nearness.

Just Max and Luna kept their cool.

Max stayed steady thanks to his Primordial title's authority, which inherently countered the devil's crushing aura, dispelling the load that might have crushed him otherwise. Luna, trained in the War God Palace for deadly crises, wore a grave look but held her thoughts firm.

'We must handle this fast,' Max mused, his thoughts racing while he deployed his Dimensional Sovereign Body to probe the area. It already detected additional devils closing from the rear. 'A single delay, and encirclement is certain.'

That insight prompted Max's quick choice.

"Everyone, be ready to run," he commanded crisply, his tone slicing the strain.

Once his order landed, Max unsheathed Dragonheart, the fabled blade of the Sword Sovereign.

As the sword emerged, a crushing force swept the vicinity.

"This sword…" Luna's eyes bulged in recognition. Even sans proof, the weapon's radiating might screamed its extraordinary nature—the Sword Sovereign's famed armament.

Max wasted no time.

He released the complete might of his two thousand Draconic Essences.

Instantly, a ferocious rush of primal power flooded his frame, his aura spiking as his strength hit fresh heights. But he pressed on.

"Vein of Origin, open."

"Vein of Vitality, open."

Those commands activated two among his Seven Divine Veins completely. Their energy exploded freely, boosting his immense power to unprecedented extremes.

A dreadful force exploded from his form.

The atmosphere quaked.

The earth under his boots fractured and sank, carving a slight depression from his aura's raw impact on the surroundings. Even his teammates had to retreat, overwhelmed by his intensity.

Such was the mere outcome of unleashing both Divine Veins fully.

Still, it sufficed to stir the battlefield.

Luna's gaze sharpened as she sensed the savage power erupting from Max. Its magnitude surpassed her grasp. Even at Law Refinement Realm's pinnacle, a flicker of dread rose in her upon feeling his unleashed might.

Everything unfolded in one breath.

The devil couldn't respond in time.

Right then, Max's eyes fixed unyieldingly on his foe, concentration peaking intensely as he unleashed the Black Dragon Inferno Furnace Art. Buried deep inside him, the dual lotus cores erupted into flames, surging with colossal power.

Their fierce burning unleashed a fresh surge of might through his frame, elevating his prowess to heights never before revealed.

But he refused to halt.

Max invoked his Concept of Severing Sword.

Yet this went beyond a mere concept now.

Evolution toward a rudimentary cosmic path had started, and the instant he called it forth, that incomplete path activated on instinct. Transformation hit swiftly and deeply.

Every trace of emotion fled his mind.

Battlefield strain vanished completely. Incoming devils lost all relevance. Perils to his allies dissolved into oblivion.

His mind grew perfectly still.

Absolute tranquility enveloped his thoughts—or more precisely, a realm devoid of all emotion.

This defined his path's core: severing all things, fear and doubt and stray notions alike.

"Thousand Star Severing," Max murmured softly, his tone stripped bare of feeling.

The very next moment, his form dissolved into a flash of dark brilliance.

Before any could grasp the feat, Max had flashed beyond the devil, reappearing at its back.

The devil hung motionless for a split second, its face unaltered, as though unaware of the strike that landed.

Then—

A sharp divide etched across its body.

Soon after, it cleaved apart into halves, crashing lifeless to the earth.