Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1663 Terror of the Soul Devouring Sword

Caught directly in the vortex of the assault, Max bore the brunt of the terrifying pressure more acutely than anyone else present.

As the colossal silver blade plummeted towards him, an overwhelming sense of impending doom surged through his entire being.

His countenance shifted drastically.

For the first time since the commencement of this intense confrontation, Max was undeniably confronted by the palpable aura of demise.

This was no mere threat of physical annihilation.

It was something far more dreadful, far more insidious.

Suddenly, Max felt as though an unseen force had ensnared his very soul, attempting to violently tear it from his physical form. The peculiar soul-devouring essence emanated by the Soul Devouring Sword relentlessly infiltrated his consciousness, while a frigid, sinister energy permeated every fiber of his existence.

Even his Soul Palace began to convulse with violent tremors.

With each downward inch of the immense silver sword, that horrifying, irresistible pull intensified.

It was as if countless spectral hands were ravenously clawing at his soul, ceaselessly striving to drag it towards the colossal blade suspended in the heavens.

"This is… not good…" Max whispered, his gaze sharpening to a piercing point.

At this critical juncture, the Soul Devouring Sword had yet to fully descend upon him.

The gargantuan silver blade remained suspended high above.

Yet, even in this preliminary phase, Max was assailed by such profound terror that his composure began to crumble.

This alone was a testament to the truly horrific nature of this formidable weapon.

Max had navigated the treacherous waters of peril countless times before, facing adversaries far exceeding his own might and surviving predicaments that defied all logical escape. Nevertheless, this current sensation was utterly alien to any prior experience.

This particular sword directly assailed the soul itself.

And from the depths of his primal instincts, Max perceived a chilling, undeniable truth.

If that monstrous blade were to actually strike him—

His soul would be irrevocably, eternally consumed.

Having personally grappled with the terrifying efficacy of the Soul Devouring Sword, Max instantly grasped the catastrophic repercussions should even a fragment of his soul be tainted by that malevolent weapon.

Bodily injuries, after all, could be mended.

But damage inflicted upon the soul was a different beast entirely—a truth Max had already come to understand the hard way.

Once the soul sustained harm, a cascade of insidious complications and irreversible consequences inevitably followed.

"Damn it all!" Max cursed internally, his expression darkening considerably. "If only I could wield my true sword in this dire moment."

The image of the Dragonheart Sword flashed vividly in his mind.

He felt an unshakeable conviction that were the Dragonheart Sword in his grasp, regardless of how terrifying the Soul Devouring Sword might be, it could never pose such a significant threat to him. The Dragonheart Sword itself was imbued with exceptional spiritual energy and wielded overwhelming power.

Max held absolute certainty that it could effectively counter the peculiar soul-devouring force emanating from Ray's weapon.

Alas, the Dragonheart Sword remained with his physical body, securely stored outside the confines of the Soul Sealing Painting.

Within this enigmatic realm, combatants were constrained to utilizing only the armaments provided by the Soul Sealing Painting itself.

This inherent restriction left Max with no alternative but to rely upon a seemingly ordinary sword.

However, Max was not entirely devoid of potential solutions.

Concurrent with the unfolding of this pivotal battle, Max's clone had already embarked on a critical mission to unlock the Dimension of Soul. Max was keenly aware that if this endeavor proved successful, his command over soul-related abilities would be amplified exponentially.

The primary obstacle, however, was the unforgiving constraint of time.

To fully unlock the Dimension of Soul, the clone was first obligated to triumph in the trial that safeguarded it—a process that could not be expedited instantaneously.

Consequently, Max was left with a singular, albeit precarious, course of action at this moment.

He needed to buy time, to delay the inevitable.

BOOM!!!

A tempest of seven-colored lightning erupted with violent force around Max's form, dazzling arcs of divine energy crackling ferociously across the combat arena. The surrounding atmosphere was repeatedly rent asunder by the sheer, overwhelming pressure unleashed by the vibrant spectrum of lightning.

Subsequently, a sword meticulously forged entirely from this seven-colored lightning materialized within Max's grasp.

The instant the blade took form, Max's latent aura surged dramatically.

"Saint Origin Sword Art!"

Max's eyes blazed with unparalleled sharpness as he unleashed the full, unbridled might of the Saint Origin Sword Art, holding absolutely nothing back.

BOOM!!!

A formidable beam of sword energy instantaneously blazed forth from Max's lightning-infused blade, a torrent of overwhelming sword intent surging towards the celestial expanse. The resplendent seven-colored slash, imbued with astonishing ferocity, directly clashed against the colossal silver Soul Devouring Sword descending from the heavens.

For a fleeting, charged instant, the entirety of the battlefield quaked violently.

Then—

BOOM!!!

A thunderous explosion reverberated across the eighth layer.