Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1581 Extraordinary Vein of Vitality!

As Max completed his final preparations, he extended his hand, summoning forth his sword.

Dragonheart materialized in his grip, an aura of sharp, ancient power radiating from it. The instant he clasped the hilt, his Severing Sword Concept was unleashed in its entirety. Faint echoes of his cosmic path intertwined with the blade, propelling its destructive potential to its apex.

His efforts did not cease there.

The two divine veins coursing through his body were opened to their fullest extent.

"Vein of Origin."

"Vein of Vitality."

An eruption of raw power surged from within, flooding his entire being with an immense strength. Simultaneously, all two thousand Draconic Essences ignited, unleashing their full force without reservation.

Dark scales manifested across his body as his Dragon Scales Transformation activated, a further augmentation to his already formidable physical prowess.

Lightning crackled.

Black flames blazed.

Infernal energy surged.

Sword intent sharpened.

Every power within him ascended to its zenith, converging into a single, overwhelming presence.

This represented his strongest possible state.

He had nothing left to hold back.

Every shred of his strength had been marshaled for this very moment.

"Thousand Star Severing Sword!"

The utterance had barely left his lips when Max moved.

His form became a blur, as if space itself had been rent asunder, and in the blink of an eye, he stood directly before Kazreth. His movement was devoid of hesitation, utterly efficient, pouring his entire being into bringing his sword down.

Dragonheart pulsed with a terrifying radiance.

Black flames writhed along its edge, burning fiercely as Max invoked the Black Flames Sword Canon. The sword's already lethal sharpness intensified, its aura slicing through the air even before physical contact. The surrounding space warped under the strain of the assault, seemingly unable to contain the concentrated force of that singular strike.

The entirety of Max's power had been channeled into this attack.

Lightning arced wildly around him.

Infernal energy coursed through his veins.

His divine veins remained fully open, his draconic essence burning at its peak.

This was his ultimate offensive maneuver.

The flaming blade plunged towards Kazreth with inexorable momentum.

Kazreth observed its descent.

A subtle smile touched his lips, devoid of mockery or arrogance, conveying instead a hint of regret.

"If only you had been born in my universe," he whispered, seemingly to himself.

Then, he raised his hand.

Merely his index finger.

He met the descending sword with it.

The impact detonated with a deafening roar.

The ground below instantly fractured, collapsing under the concussive force as fissures spiderwebbed outwards in all directions. The entire battlefield shuddered, incapable of withstanding the immense pressure unleashed in that singular moment of collision.

Yet, Kazreth remained unmoving.

His finger halted the blade's advance.

Max's full-powered strike, the culmination of all his might, had been halted with such effortless simplicity that it felt surreal.

"You must possess greater capabilities than this," Kazreth stated with a placid smile.

His finger, still pressed against the blade, quivered almost imperceptibly.

That minuscule movement contained an overwhelming force.

Max felt it instantly.

It was as though an unimaginable weight had struck him. The power surged through his sword, into his arms, and permeated his entire body before he could even register it.

In the following instant, he was propelled backward.

His body rocketed away like a black streak of light, tearing through the air as he was hurled across the battlefield. He slammed into a distant mountain peak with cataclysmic force, the impact reverberating through the colossal structure and sending cracks cascading across its surface.

The mountain began to crumble.

Rocks and debris rained down as the impact nearly obliterated it.

Max's form lay entombed within the ruins, motionless for a brief period.

Agonizing pain overwhelmed him.

Blood trickled from his lips as breathing became a struggle. His vision swam, and a profound numbness spread through his limbs. It felt as though every part of him had been pulverized by an oppressive burden.

His internal organs were in severe disarray.

His bones had sustained multiple fractures throughout his body.

Even maintaining consciousness presented a significant challenge.

"Is this... the end?" the thought flickered weakly through his mind as his strength began to ebb away.

Yet, at that critical juncture, something within him stirred.

The Vein of Vitality pulsed.

A potent stream of energy coursed through his body, awakening with an intensity far exceeding its previous state. The restorative power it unleashed was immense, flooding his damaged form and commencing the mending of what had been broken.

His internal organs stabilized.

His fractured bones began to knit together.

The bleeding from his wounds diminished as his body commenced its recovery.

Concurrently, the two thousand draconic scales within him resonated.

Activated in unison, the abilities amplified the effects of the Vein of Vitality, dramatically speeding up his recovery far beyond what should have been possible.

The internal devastation was reversed at an astonishing rate.

In mere moments, the immense damage he sustained began to dissipate.

Max's eyelids fluttered open.

The debilitating weakness subsided as vigor flooded back into his limbs.

By the time he stood up from the mountain's shattered remnants, his body had already returned to its prime state.

"This Vein of Vitality is truly remarkable," Max mused, the torrent of power coursing through him mending his body with unbelievable swiftness. He had initially anticipated a slow, passive healing effect from the vein, one that would gradually mend his injuries over an extended period. Yet, the reality was entirely contrary to that assumption.

The healing force was utterly overwhelming.

It permeated every inch of his being with intense vigor, rebonding fractured bones, regenerating compromised organs, and restoring his strength as if his body actively refused to remain broken. The process felt almost surreal, akin to an inherent power within him actively rewriting the damage he had just endured.

It was nothing short of miraculous.

As the final vestiges of his injuries vanished, Max clenched his fist, feeling his power surge back to its zenith. Without a second's delay, his form streaked forward, transforming into a blur of light as he once again hurtled towards Kazreth.

"I'm not finished with you yet!" His voice boomed across the ravaged landscape, a testament to his unyielding resolve.

Kazreth, who had resumed his approach towards the Ascension Tunnel, halted at the declaration.

He slowly swiveled his head, glancing back.

Max was already closing the distance at incredible speed.