Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1281 Old Demon

"Listen for my signal, then strike according to the formation I assigned," Max commanded, his steady voice showing no hint of doubt as he looked over the seven squad leaders and their gathered troupes. He didn't wait for an answer before his body streaked across the sky like a bolt of light, flying directly toward the final stronghold of the demon race.

Behind him, the young geniuses immediately transitioned into the battle array he had crafted. The seven squad leaders tightened their formation directly in his wake, while the remaining squads fanned out in the rear to provide layers of support. As every heart braced for the final confrontation, the air itself seemed to vibrate with heavy tension.

Max plummeted toward the last demonic bastion. The region was thick with the stench of corruption, the landscape below warped into twisted mounds and bizarre structures built over years of demonic occupation. He came to a halt high in the air, staring down at the settlement with icy determination.

His voice thundered across the territory as he made his declaration: "Demons, your destruction is at hand." As the words left his lips, a dense sphere of flames manifested in his right hand, pulsing with volatile, unrestrained heat.

Jagged red lightning writhed within the orb, sparks tearing through the fire like chains trying to snap. The sheer power contained in the sphere distorted the space around his palm, casting a blistering glow that lit up the entire battlefield.

Max threw the flaming orb downward without a moment's pause. The air temperature spiked violently the instant it left his hand. Leaving a scorched trail in its wake, the fiery projectile streaked toward the demon lair. A deafening blast erupted upon impact.

Like a rolling tempest, the shockwave surged outward and leveled everything it touched. Buildings were shredded, the earth split open, and plumes of debris and dust were hurled into the heavens. Such was the intensity of the explosion that it shook the very sky, sending a massive tremor through the entire region.

When the dust finally began to settle, Max narrowed his eyes. The settlement had been obliterated, reduced to a flat wasteland. However, something felt wrong. There were no charred demon corpses to be seen. No screams, no movement, and no sounds of war. The area was completely deserted.

"They retreated..." Max whispered, sensing the strategy immediately. They had known he was coming. He had made his presence known earlier, and the demon commanders must have used that time to lure him onto a different field of battle.

Raising his voice once more, Max shouted, "Balthazar, I have arrived. Didn't you all want me dead? I am standing right here." His voice echoed across the ruins as he continued, "Come out, all of you. I know the demons are lurking. Show yourselves!"

For a brief moment, an eerie silence hung over the area. Then, something sliced through the air.

At a speed that defied logic, a pitch-black arrow flew toward Max. It shattered the sound barrier instantly, moving so fast it left no trail or sound. The projectile seemed to slip through the dimensions, appearing at Max's blind spot just as his voice faded. It was swifter than lightning, carrying a murderous aura sharp enough to cleave through mountains.

Max didn't even blink. A cold sneer formed in his mind. 'A decent attempt...' Thanks to his Three Dimensional Body, he possessed perfect spatial awareness, allowing him to track every angle and trajectory of any incoming attack.

This black arrow, despite its stealth and velocity, was no exception. Just as it was about to strike, Max’s body moved with effortless grace. He pivoted in midair, his sword already unsheathed in one fluid motion.

Steel met the arrow.

Bang!

A violent eruption of black smoke burst from the impact, swallowing Max in a cloud of dark energy. The resulting shockwave forced the nearby corrupted ruins to crumble. The smoke swirled and churned, hiding Max from view for several long moments.

When the darkness finally dissipated, Max was standing there perfectly unharmed, his blade lowered calmly at his side. His face remained stoic, as if he had just deflected a minor breeze rather than a lethal strike.

"You should have stayed away." A deep voice rumbled from the shadows ahead. As the echoes died down, a sea of demons emerged from the broken terrain. Their numbers multiplied across the horizon until the entire landscape was stained black by their ranks.

Balthazar stood at the heart of the host, his crimson eyes burning with frozen rage. Massive demon soldiers spread out around him in a continuous line, their low growls filling the air with a suffocating weight.

This gathering was far larger than any demon force the human geniuses had encountered so far. The sheer density of the demonic energy they emitted caused the ground to shake beneath their heavy footsteps.

Max hovered in the sky, watching them deploy across the field with a calm gaze. He shut his eyes for a second, pushing his senses deeper into the environment to probe every direction. What he felt caused his mouth to curve into a chilling smile.

The concentration of demonic energy was staggering; he realized these were indeed the final remnants of the demon race within Nullaria. They had consolidated all their remaining strength into one last army. If this force fell, the demon race would be wiped out from this region forever.

The weaklings still hiding in the Middle Domain would be no threat at all. The thought brought him a sense of deep satisfaction. Victory was within his grasp.

"You demons are good at hiding and even better at running," Max mocked. His voice carried over the battlefield, drawing snarls from the ranks. The air grew thick with killing intent, turning heavy and stagnant.

"So, your name is Max? The greatest human genius, the one they praise so irritatingly?" A gravelly voice spoke from the demon lines. An elderly demon stepped out. Although old, his massive frame and muscular build put the largest warriors to shame. Ancient runes shimmered on his dark skin, and three thick horns protruded from his head. His piercing gaze projected a level of pressure that set him apart instantly.

Max’s eyes sharpened. The presence of this old demon was different from Balthazar’s. It was more oppressive, heavier, and carried the weight of absolute command. As Max looked at the ranks behind the elder, he saw three more demons step forward, each bearing the same three-horned features.

The aura they emitted was staggering. Max knew immediately that all four of them possessed power that eclipsed Balthazar. These were no simple demon leaders; they were the true sovereigns of their race.