Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1277 Trapped Demons
A display of overwhelming might erupted as the confrontation between the demon legion and the human geniuses commenced. Seven squads carved deep gashes into the surging horde, their leaders guiding them with movements perfected through endless combat.
Positioned at the very heart of the vanguard, Victor plunged into the thickest concentration of the demon ranks. Ripping through waves of demon warriors with every strike, he utilized the Azure Dragon Bloodline to exert strength that far surpassed his peers.
His squad trailed closely, maintaining disciplined coordination as they finished off any demons that survived Victor's primary charge. Like a living battering ram, Victor pressed forward, causing the earth to groan and the sky to tremble beneath his feet.
To Victor's right, Michael and his unit fought like lightning given form. Leaving trails of crackling electricity in its wake, Michael's spear danced through the air. Each precise thrust produced a streak of light that skewered demon bodies with ease.
His squad bolstered his offense with their own lightning techniques, establishing a perimeter of flashing bolts that annihilated any demons attempting to breach the formation. Thunder echoed across the field wherever Michael stepped, leaving only twitching, lifeless husks in his path.
On the left flank, Seraphina’s squad unleashed a scorching inferno that repelled both the darkness and the demon flesh. Golden flames commanded by Seraphina rolled across the battlefield like a radiant sea of heat. She directed the fire with the absolute authority of a queen, and her squad mirrored her ferocity.
Merging their own flame techniques with the golden fire, the squad's power intensified as they incinerated the charging monsters. The frontline was illuminated by the brilliant glow, providing the human forces with a steadfast foundation.
Further down the line, the section of the battlefield held by Daniel and his squad was transformed into a domain of dark fire. Rippling waves of black flames spread outward from Daniel, consuming everything they touched. Demon corpses dissolved and twisted as the dark fire swallowed them whole, leaving nothing behind.
Supporting him with dark-element techniques, Daniel’s squad reinforced his flames and kept the area under stable control. Their fluid movements created a zone of death where no demon could step without being devoured by the shadows.
The central support was anchored by Chris and Christine’s squads. Vast sheets of freezing mist were summoned by Chris, sweeping over the field and slowing the demons to a crawl. As frost climbed up their bodies, their limbs stiffened, turning them into easy prey. Christine followed up immediately, unleashing bursts of intense fire that shattered the frozen demons and cleared the area with shockwaves.
Taking advantage of the burning trails and frozen earth, their squads launched synchronized elemental strikes that alternated between freezing and exploding. A storm of ice and flame, locked in perfect harmony, defined the battlefield around them.
The left flank was dominated by Arthur’s squad, where Arthur himself manipulated a massive domain of levitating swords. Like stars awaiting a signal, they hovered above the carnage. Upon his command, they converged in sharp, rapid lines that shredded demon formations.
Fighting beneath this downpour of blades, his squad moved in perfect sync with the trajectories of Arthur’s sword projections. Any demons trying to flank the humans were cut to pieces before their weapons could even be raised.
Despite the impressive skill and coordination shown by the seven squads, Max remained uninvolved in the fray. With his arms folded and eyes narrowed, he stood above the chaos, watching the flow of combat with a calm detachment that felt entirely out of place.
His eyes shifted from one unit to the next, evaluating their displayed strengths and noting the gaps that required tightening. Though the battlefield roared below, his stillness remained unshaken. His mere presence exerted a pressure that seemed to blanket the entire region.
As the intensity of the fight rose, several demon leaders caught sight of Max, and the sight of him filled them with terror. Long ago, they had been warned of a specific human genius who stood above the rest—an existence that threatened any demon foolish enough to challenge him.
They had been instructed to do anything within the human world except provoke Max; now that Max had entered their own realm, their fear intensified.
Their instincts screamed at them to flee. Alarmed looks were exchanged between demon captains, and whispers traveled through the ranks that this was indeed the human genius from the warnings. Eager to escape and alert the high-ranking demon lords before the situation became irreparable, some began to retreat from the front.
Max detected their panic immediately. He felt the change in their aura and the shift in their intent. A slight curve appeared on his lips as he lifted his hand. "Running away will not help any of you," he remarked softly, his voice carrying clearly despite the whisper.
He extended his fingers toward the heavens in a fluid motion. A deep vibration rippled through the air as the space around the battlefield began to tremble. As Max triggered his fifth level concept of space, the very edges of the world seemed to blur.
A crushing seal was manifested.
Space itself was locked down around the field, forming an invisible cage that served as a barrier. The atmosphere stabilized into a confined pocket of warped reality after a violent moment of shifting.
The demons felt the transition instantly. Those attempting to retreat were halted abruptly as they slammed into an unseen wall. While the barrier didn't physically strike them, the spatial force pushed inward, trapping them entirely. As the demon army realized every exit was barred, panic took hold.
Max lowered his hand slowly, his face as calm as if he had performed a trivial task. The battlefield was now an isolated space from which escape was impossible.
The demon leaders looked upon him with pure dread, realizing they were now caged with the one individual they were ordered to avoid. Their instincts demanded they flee, but Max had already severed every path of retreat.