Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1582 End?

"He survived?" Kazreth murmured, his surprise now genuine. He alone understood the might contained within his simple finger strike, a power capable of annihilating even Divine Lord Realm experts, yet the one who endured it was merely at the third level of the Law Awakening Realm.

What astonished him further was Max's condition.

There were no outward signs of injury.

It was as if the previous assault had never happened.

Before Kazreth could ponder this further, Max unleashed his own attack.

"Die!"

Nine lightning needles materialized around Max, each shimmering with a distinct hue. They pulsed with potent energy before hurtling forward at incredible speed, slicing through the air like concentrated beams of light.

Their passage produced a sharp, piercing sound.

They reached Kazreth in an instant.

Yet, Kazreth remained motionless.

He offered no defense.

He simply stood as the nine-colored lightning needles struck him, one after another.

For a fleeting moment, Max anticipated them piercing through his foe's body.

Instead, upon contact, they dissolved into nothingness.

The needles were directly absorbed into Kazreth's form, vanishing without leaving the slightest trace. There was no wound, no damage, not even a mark to indicate their existence.

Max's eyes widened, disbelief flooding his mind.

It was only then that the full realization dawned upon him.

The entity confronting him was vastly superior to anything he could possibly oppose. Regardless of the power he mustered or the techniques he employed, the gulf between them remained immeasurable.

Nevertheless, Max refused to yield.

A golden luminescence erupted from his body.

The Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline was activated, transforming half of his physique into radiant gold. This divine brilliance cascaded over him, merging with the swirling tempest of lightning and flames that still enveloped his form.

Kazreth's gaze intensified slightly.

"Oh, intriguing," he commented, a spark of curiosity flickering in his eyes as he observed the metamorphosis. For a brief instant, it seemed he might continue his observation.

Then, his expression reverted to a calm indifference.

"I would have appreciated observing you further," he stated slowly, "but my patience has expired. You may perish now."

As his words concluded, he snapped his fingers.

The sound was subtle.

The outcome was absolute.

An invisible force descended rapidly from above with terrifying momentum.

Max had barely any time to react before it impacted him directly. The force was overwhelming, crushing him downward with a pressure akin to the collapse of the very heavens. His body impacted the ground, and the earth beneath instantly fractured, birthing a colossal crater that expanded outward like the scar left by a fallen meteor.

The resulting shockwave propagated across the battlefield.

At the epicenter of this devastation lay Max.

His body was utterly shattered.

The power that had once surged around him began to diminish.

The seven-colored lightning flickered and faded, the black flames were extinguished, the infernal transformation receded, and the golden radiance of his bloodline slowly dissipated.

What remained was a form barely holding its shape.

It seemed as though every bone within him had been pulverized, every muscle ripped asunder, leaving him in a state that could no longer be described as intact. His form lay twisted and unmoving, crushed beneath the immense force of the attack.

As this unfolded, his senses began to recede.

The battlefield's chaos grew distant.

The sounds of combat faded.

The light surrounding him dimmed until all seemed to dissolve into silence.

A peculiar tranquility enveloped him, supplanting the agony and struggle that had moments before consumed him. It felt almost serene, as if everything were slowly slipping beyond his grasp.

A faint thought surfaced within his ebbing consciousness.

"Will I die again?"

The sensation was familiar.

It mirrored the feeling he had experienced previously, on the precipice of death, when all appeared to dissolve into oblivion.

Once more, he found himself at that same juncture, where the lines between life and death blurred into one.

As the final vestiges of his consciousness ebbed away, Max no longer perceived the crushing pain that had afflicted his body moments prior. The weight of the battlefield, the turmoil of the war, and even Kazreth's presence all seemed to fade into nothingness.

When he reopened his eyes, everything had transformed.

He found himself adrift in a vast, silent void teeming with innumerable stars. There was no ground beneath him, no sky above, only an endless ocean of shimmering lights stretching in every direction. Each star pulsed gently, as if imbued with its own life force, and the stillness of this realm felt more profound than anything he had ever known.

For a moment, he remained motionless.

He simply surveyed his surroundings, absorbing the boundless emptiness that enveloped him.

A quiet realization dawned upon his consciousness.

He genuinely believed he had met his end.

"I failed to uphold my promise to you, Freya," he whispered, his voice a soft echo in the boundless expanse. His tone carried no anger, no defiance, only a deep-seated regret that settled in his heart.

Back on the chaotic battlefield, Kazreth stood tall over Max's shattered form.

"An ant should know its place and not dare to obstruct a god's path," he declared with chilling calm, perceiving Max's life essence completely extinguish. For him, the outcome was a foregone conclusion, leaving no room for further contemplation.

Turning his back without a second thought, he resumed his path toward the Ascension Tunnel.

Then, an inexplicable shift occurred.

A luminous beam descended from the heavens.

It struck Max's body directly.

The light was an intense, pure white, so brilliant that it enveloped the entire battlefield in its blinding radiance. For a brief span, the world seemed to vanish, swallowed by this overwhelming luminescence as if an unknown power had cleansed existence itself.

The radiant pillar persisted for several moments before gradually dissipating.

An eerie silence followed in its wake.

Kazreth halted his advance.

His gaze sharpened as he turned back, a flicker of unease crossing his features.

For the first time since his arrival, a discordant note resonated within him.

That stark white light had instilled a palpable sense of peril.

It wasn't the overwhelming might of the Primarchs, nor the destructive force he himself wielded. This was something entirely different, an unknown entity that evoked a rare spark of caution within his being.

Then, he witnessed it.

Max's body stirred.

From the very center of the impact crater, the figure that had been reduced to mere remnants of life slowly began to rise. The broken form, seemingly beyond any hope of repair, now reasserted itself.

Yet, a profound difference was evident.

An undeniable transformation had taken place.

Kazreth's expression underwent a subtle change as he scrutinized the boy intently.

The youth who had faced him moments before was no longer the same. Something fundamentally altered coursed through his being, an ominous presence that even Kazreth found himself unable to immediately comprehend.