Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1660 Comprehending...

Ray's furious roars resonated throughout the platform, accompanied by the pronouncements of his techniques.

"Scarlet Soul Splitter!"

"Heaven Slaughtering Spear!"

"Crimson Void Collapse!"

Each subsequent attack surpassed the one before it in might.

Every strike possessed the power to instantly obliterate ordinary peak Law Manifestation Realm prodigies.

Yet, Max managed to block every single assault.

At times, his bare fists were employed to shatter spear light directly.

On other occasions, he crossed his arms, enduring the onslaught head-on.

Sometimes, he simply relied entirely on his body's terrifying durability, allowing the spear strikes to impact him directly.

The three Divine Veins operated at their maximum capacity without cease.

The Vein of Origin amplified his raw physical strength to monstrous proportions.

The Vein of Strength propelled his raw power beyond ordinary comprehension.

And the Vein of Vitality ceaselessly regenerated his damaged form.

Again and again, Ray's spear assaults shredded Max's flesh.

Time and again, cracks spiderwebbed across his body, resembling shattered porcelain.

Nevertheless, each and every single time—

His body healed instantaneously afterward.

The spectacle grew increasingly horrifying with every exchange that transpired.

Jonathan's expression had already turned remarkably solemn as he observed the unfolding battle.

"He's adapting..." Jonathan murmured quietly, the gravity of the situation now impossible to conceal. He sensed that Max was increasingly acclimatizing to Ray's Pseudo Cosmic Path, sustaining progressively less injury as the fight wore on.

Julie's beautiful eyes flickered slightly as she fixated on Max.

"No..." she whispered softly.

Her gaze remained resolutely fixed upon him.

"He's relishing it."

That was the genuinely terrifying aspect.

The more Ray launched his attacks, the brighter the spark of excitement grew within Max's eyes.

At this juncture, Max no longer appeared to be someone desperately struggling within a fierce confrontation.

Instead, he presented as a frenzied individual enthusiastically welcoming progressively stronger strikes with his physical form alone.

Concurrently, Ray's fury escalated uncontrollably.

Regardless of the sheer number of attacks he unleashed...

Irrespective of how terrifying his spear strikes became...

Max simply refused to be vanquished.

"Hahaha! More!" Max's booming laughter echoed across the ruined platform as he charged directly toward Ray once more, devoid of any trace of fear on his countenance.

The seven-hued lightning encircling his body erupted wildly, while formidable physical force radiated from his every movement.

By this stage, Max no longer resembled a conventional cultivator. He appeared as an ancient beast that had finally discovered a worthy adversary capable of matching its ferocity.

The surrounding participants could only gaze at the battlefield with entirely dulled expressions.

Not one among them knew how to react any longer.

What was unfolding before their eyes had long since transcended the scope of a standard clash between prodigious talents. The eighth layer of the tower had transformed into a tableau of utter destruction.

Immense fissures spread ceaselessly across the platform, while fragmented debris floated adrift in the air, influenced by the devastating shockwaves emanating from each impact.

Boom!!!

Ray's crimson spear descended once more, akin to divine retribution itself, bearing an overwhelming sharpness capable of cleaving both heaven and earth.

Yet, Max met it head-on with his bare fist.

The point of impact instantly caused the surrounding space to warp violently. The air detonated outwards, and immense cracks spiderwebbed beneath them across the already devastated platform.

Neither combatant retreated.

Rather, the confrontation intensified.

Ray's expression had contorted from rage and disbelief as he relentlessly unleashed one terrifying spear technique after another.

The pressure emanating from his Pseudo Cosmic Path grew increasingly ferocious with every subsequent strike he launched. Scarlet spear energy swept across the battlefield incessantly, obliterating everything in its vicinity.

Meanwhile, Max engaged him directly, displaying no intention whatsoever of evading the incoming attacks.

He simply charged forward repeatedly, utilizing nothing but the monstrous physical might bestowed by the three Divine Veins and his formidable physique.

Repeatedly, Ray's sharpness rent Max's flesh.

Again and again, blood erupted from Max's body as horrific wounds marred his form.

Yet, each and every single time—

His flesh regenerated instantaneously.

The Vein of Vitality pulsed continuously with boundless life force, restoring his injured body at a speed so terrifying it left all onlookers speechless.

The longer the battle persisted, the brighter the exhilaration within Max's eyes became.

However, beneath that exhilaration—

Something else had quietly begun to shift.

As Max relentlessly parried Ray's spear thrusts, a subtle realization started to dawn on him, an understanding of something intrinsic within the very fabric of the Pseudo Cosmic Path itself. Initially, it was merely an overwhelming sense of sharpness, a sharpness that possessed the terrifying power to cleave anything in existence. But as their battle progressed, with each clash of Max's defenses against Ray's formidable spear, the underlying structure of the Pseudo Cosmic Path became progressively clearer to him. The piercing aura emanating from Ray's spear wasn't haphazard; it was meticulously organized. Every single movement, every subtle fluctuation, and every wisp of spear energy was intrinsically bound by a profound underlying principle. A peculiar and enigmatic connection linked each forceful strike into a concept far surpassing the mundane. Max's gaze intensified. "So, that's how it operates..." he whispered to himself. Within the depths of his being, his Severing Sword Concept stirred faintly, yet it was his emotion-fueled cosmic path that vibrated with intense energy, almost as if threatening to overwhelm him. Through his direct experience of the Pseudo Cosmic Path, Max's own comprehension began a rapid transformation. Each successive spear strike from Ray served as an invaluable lesson, with every collision unveiling another hidden facet of the so-called Pseudo Cosmic Path. A dawning, chilling realization began to take hold within Max. A genuine Cosmic Path wasn't merely a more potent concept. It represented the absolute synthesis of one's comprehension, their intent, the natural laws they understood, and their very existence, all harmonized into a single, unwavering entity. And the Pseudo Cosmic Path... it was the pivotal midpoint on the journey toward that ultimate transformation. In that precise instant, a torrent of insights flooded Max's consciousness, flashing through his mind like a celestial storm. His Severing Sword Concept started to undergo a subtle metamorphosis, while his formidable comprehension advanced at an unprecedented velocity. Even Jonathan couldn't help but notice the peculiar shifts occurring around Max. "Wait a moment..." Jonathan suddenly uttered, his face contorting with visible astonishment. Julie's attention immediately snapped towards him. Jonathan's eyes remained fixed on Max, a look of utter disbelief slowly dawning within them. "He's actually comprehending Ray's Pseudo Cosmic Path in the midst of battle." Julie's expression shifted dramatically in response. "What?!" The surrounding prodigies collectively turned their gazes towards Max, their faces mirroring shock and disbelief upon hearing Jonathan's pronouncement. To comprehend a Pseudo Cosmic Path during combat? It was an act bordering on sheer insanity. Meanwhile, Max himself had become utterly engrossed in the unfolding battle. The world around him gradually receded from his perception. The devastated battlefield, the stunned onlookers, the disintegrating eighth layer – none of it held any significance anymore. Only Ray's spear remained within his narrowed vision. Only the intricate structure concealed behind the Pseudo Cosmic Path occupied his mind. He was beginning to grasp its essence. He was starting to glimpse the path that lay beyond ordinary conceptual understanding. His comprehension surged unstirred as his Emotion Severing Cosmic Path continued its profound evolution, delving ever deeper. And just as Max's rapidly advancing understanding appeared to be on the cusp of achieving a monumental breakthrough—