Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1577 Arrival of the Primarchs!

Upon contact with the expanding ring, their forms began to disintegrate.

Initially, the process was gradual.

The extremities of their arms and armor started crumbling into golden motes, as if their very existence was being systematically erased. Their flesh didn't burn or tear; it simply ceased to cohere, breaking down into fine particles that dispersed into the air like sunlit ash.

One supreme leader of the primordial race let out a cry of disbelief, witnessing his own hand dissolve before his eyes. Another desperately attempted to retreat, but found no sanctuary. The golden ring of light expanded with alarming speed, and escape was impossible once touched.

Their bodies continued to crumble.

Legs turned to dust, torsos collapsed inwards, and even the immense primordial power surrounding them shattered and dissipated under the might of Kazreth's assault. The scene was one of profound horror, for these were no ordinary combatants.

These were the highest leaders of the primordial race, beings whose might neared the zenith of the universe, yet before Kazreth, they were utterly powerless.

Below, Max and the contingent from Orion watched, paralyzed by terror.

Silence reigned.

Speech was impossible.

Even the most formidable among them felt their minds go numb, witnessing the impossible spectacle unfold before them.

Tamara's countenance turned ashen, Edwin's hands quivered on his sword's hilt, and the elders of every significant faction stood transfixed, unable to process the sight.

One by one, the primordial leaders vanished.

Their physical forms completely disintegrated into swirling dust, scattering to the winds as if they had never been.

Soon, only Lumon remained.

As the first to engage Kazreth and the one who had summoned the others, he stood at the epicenter of the devastation, though half his form had already reduced to ash. His expression was not one of fury, but of desperate determination.

Then, just moments before his final dissolution, the third eye on his forehead blazed with an incandescent brilliance.

Its light surged, far surpassing its previous intensity, pulsing with the energy of a last, desperate gambit—a final hidden ability unleashed in his ultimate instant.

The blinding radiance endured for only a fleeting second.

Then, Lumon's body fully collapsed into dust, scattering into the atmosphere, joining the others in utter oblivion.

A profound silence descended upon the battlefield once more.

And within that silence stood Kazreth, alone, unscathed, and unmoved, his subtle smile unwavering, as if the annihilation of six primordial leaders had cost him nothing.

The quiet that followed the demise of the six primordial leaders was oppressive.

No one dared to make a move.

The battlefield, which mere moments prior had vibrated with the clash of unimaginable powers, now seemed frozen under the immense shadow of Kazreth's presence.

His golden ring continued to hover above his head, radiant and immaculate, while the dust of the fallen primordial leaders drifted aimally, like the final vestiges of a bygone era.

Kazreth remained motionless at the heart of it all, his demeanor placid, his golden eyes inscrutable.

Then, the heavens themselves shifted.

A deep resonance coursed through the firmament, low and weighty, akin to the pulse of an ancient heart awakening after eons of slumber. The clouds above the battlefield churned furiously, spiraling into vast vortexes of golden and crimson light.

The very fabric of space seemed to shudder, and fissures of radiant energy spiderwebbed across the sky, as if the universe itself could no longer contain the entity that was descending.

Every gaze was drawn upward.

And then, they appeared.

Four colossal columns of light plummeted from the heavens, impacting the battlefield in four distinct locations around Kazreth. Each strike sent shockwaves through the land with such ferocity that distant mountains crumbled, and the very ground beneath the armies of devils and primordials fractured into immense chasms.

From within these pillars of light, four figures slowly emerged.

The instant they manifested, the entire atmosphere underwent a radical transformation.

An aura, unlike anything previously encountered, washed over the battlefield.

It was colossal, ancient, and overwhelmingly potent.

Even Kazreth's formidable pressure seemed to encounter an unprecedented resistance.

The first figure was a towering man encased in black and silver armor, his form wreathed in tendrils of dark primordial lightning. His long, white hair streamed behind him like a tempestuous cloud, and in his grasp, he held a colossal spear radiating the power to cleave through worlds.

The second was a woman enveloped in robes of deep azure luminescence, her silver eyes gleaming like twin moons. Surrounding her, ancient runes floated, pulsing with cosmic energy, each imbued with the power to obliterate entire legions.

The third individual was a broad-shouldered colossus, his skin gleaming like molten bronze, adorned with fiery crimson patterns that swirled like incandescent rivers. A gargantuan war hammer was clutched in his grip, and with each exhalation, the very air around him seemed to combust.

As for the fourth figure, he was the most dread-inducing of the quartet.

Clad in nothing but a flowing golden mantle, reminiscent of liquid sunlight trailing behind him, he presented a visage of serene calmness. Yet, within his eyes resided an ancient chill that could instill fear in even the most stalwart of warriors. A mark resembling a crown blazed above his brow, radiating an authority as old as creation itself.

The instant these four beings fully materialized on the battlefield, every primordial warrior stationed in the distance involuntarily dropped to one knee.

Even the rampaging devils ceased their carnage.

This was because the identity of the newly arrived figures was known to all.

These were the Four Primarchs.

The veritable supreme sovereigns of the primordial race.

The concealed mainstays whose very existence was a secret guarded by the uppermost echelons.

Each of them wielded power that neared the absolute apex of the cosmos, and collectively, they embodied the pinnacle of the primordial race's formidable might.

For the first time since his appearance, Kazreth's subtle smile widened fractionally.

At long last, his countenance betrayed genuine fascination.

"So," he murmured, his voice a sibilant whisper of impending doom that permeated the battlefield, "the true sovereigns have finally graced us with their presence."

The four Primarchs offered no immediate response.

They simply remained motionless, forming a cordon around Kazreth from four cardinal directions, their colossal spiritual auras surging upwards like unfathomable, boundless oceans.