Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1576 Joint Attacks of the Primordial Leaders!

"My comprehension extends far beyond anything you could possibly grasp," Kazreth articulated in that same placid, almost detached tone, as if discussing matters of utter insignificance. His golden eyes remained fixed, devoid of any urgency or worry. The terrifying composure etched on his face only amplified his unsettling presence. "Now, summon them. My patience wears thin."

Lumon's visage darkened upon hearing Kazreth's pronouncement. The disquiet in his heart intensified, fueling his burgeoning anger. This stranger not only possessed knowledge of secrets that should have been inaccessible to an outsider but also projected an air of arrogance that dismissed the entire primordial race as trivial.

"I am unaware of the game you play," Lumon stated, his voice a cold, restrained torrent of fury, "but whatever your objective, it culminates here."

The moment his words concluded, a third eye, pulsing with an ancient and arcane power, cracked open at the center of his brow. Waves of primordial energy radiated outwards, causing the very air around him to writhe and tremble. Lumon then brought his palms together in a resounding clap.

The sound reverberated across the combat zone, an ostensible divine decree.

In the subsequent instant, five colossal auras descended from the heavens.

Five additional primordial leaders materialized around Lumon, each exuding a presence on par with his own. Their arrival sent tremors through the surrounding battlefield, and even the distant mêlée between the primordials and devils seemed to recede, overshadowed by the sheer magnitude of their collective might.

One of the newcomers stepped forth, his gaze piercing as he addressed Lumon. "What necessitates our sudden summons?"

Another leader shifted his focus to Kazreth, his countenance altering dramatically as he perceived the daunting aura emanating from the man with the golden irises. "Who is this individual?"

Lumon did not falter in his response.

"He is the architect of this entire cataclysm," Lumon declared gravely, his voice resonating with profound significance across the battlefield. "He orchestrated the devils' invasion. He is the one who dispatched them into our universe."

Upon hearing these revelations, the expressions of the five newly arrived leaders underwent a radical transformation.

Initial shock gave way to a profound and palpable dread.

These were no mere combatants; they were the supreme commanders of the primordial race, beings intimately acquainted with the devastating scope of this war. Entire civilizations had been obliterated, countless worlds reduced to dust, and an ocean of blood had stained the plains of Orion. The realization that a single individual standing before them was responsible for orchestrating such widespread destruction instilled in them a primal fear seldom encountered.

Their gazes once again fell upon Kazreth, but the perception of his being had fundamentally shifted.

Lumon continued, his tone growing heavier with each word. "I cannot ascertain his origin, but any entity capable of commanding devils to assault our universe cannot possibly be ordinary. I dared not face him in isolation, hence my request for your collective presence."

A suffocating silence ensued.

The six primordial leaders exchanged swift, meaningful glances, arriving at a unanimous understanding in that silent communion. This adversary demanded their utmost respect and caution.

Without further discourse, the six assumed a formation, encircling Kazreth from all possible angles, their positions creating an unassailable perimeter.

Concurrently, all six unfurled the third eyes adorning their foreheads.

The six luminous orbs blazed like celestial bodies, projecting an overwhelming radiance that bathed the battlefield in an almost unbearable light. Streams of incandescent energy flowed from each third eye, extending outwards and interlinking the primordial leaders. These ethereal conduits coalesced into a vast tapestry of divine luminescence, weaving their individual powers into a singular, formidable entity. Their minds synchronized, their wills became one, and their combined might ascended to terrifying new heights.

The very ground beneath them fractured under the immense pressure.

The heavens quaked.

Even the distant legions of primordials and devils momentarily faltered as the colossal surge of energy propagated across the battlefield.

Then, in absolute unison, all six primordial leaders unleashed their combined assault.

From each of the six third eyes, a blazing torrent of light erupted, hurtling forward. These six incandescent beams instantly merged into a singular, titanic pillar of divine radiance, an overwhelming shaft of energy so immense it seemed capable of rending the firmament itself. It embodied the amalgamated might of all six primordial leaders, rendering it exponentially more potent than any force any single one of them could muster.

This unified beam tore through the fabric of reality as it surged towards Kazreth, engulfing the battlefield in a brilliance so profound that it eclipsed all other phenomena.

Kazreth was struck by the merged divine light beam, a force of immense power that caused the entire battlefield to tremble violently.

A blinding detonation erupted from the collision, engulfing the sky in dazzling brightness, and the potent surge of power swept across the surrounding terrain like a destructive tempest.

Distant mountains crumbled under the impact waves, and the earth beneath fractured, creating a vast network of cracks that spread like a spiderweb across the land.

For a fleeting moment, it appeared as if the six primary leaders had achieved their goal.

Their synchronized assault wielded the collective might of the supreme rulers of the ancient race, a power capable of obliterating worlds. The battlefield vanished into light so intense that the center became completely obscured.

"Hehe."

Then, a chuckle emanated from the heart of the brilliance.

It was not a strained sound, nor the laughter of someone enduring pain.

It was composed, mirthful, and profoundly chilling.

This laughter cut through the diminishing roar of the beam like a sharp blade, sending shivers down the spines of all observers.

As the intense glare began to dissipate, Kazreth's form gradually reappeared from within the fading light.

He advanced unhurriedly, his demeanor calm and collected, as if he had merely passed through a gentle breeze instead of withstanding an attack potent enough to annihilate entire armies. His crimson armor remained pristine, without a single mark of damage, and his expression was entirely unchanged.

Above his head, the golden circlet started to vibrate.

A deep, resonant hum radiated outwards, carrying an unsettling finality that instilled a rising sense of dread in everyone who perceived it.

Then, from the core of the golden ring, a luminous golden circle expanded in all directions.

It was unlike any mere beam or wave of energy.

It was a flawless ring of incandescent destruction, advancing with silent certainty as it unfurled outwards. Its appearance was heavenly, yet the terror it commanded was absolute.

The six primary leaders witnessed its approach, and for the first time, genuine horror flickered in their eyes.