Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1285 Killing Balthazar!

Max fell into a long silence as he contemplated the weight of the information he had just received. His gaze never wavered from the four demon kings, though his mind drifted toward Mark, the tainted crownbearer, and the slim hope of undoing the catastrophe.

However, after assessing every potential trap, risk, and hidden motive, he gave a slow shake of his head. "Thanks, but no thanks," he declared with conviction. "I would much rather face a crownbearer at full power than place my trust in demons who have never uttered a word of truth without a hidden agenda." His voice stood firm with a certainty that caused several of the demons to twitch in annoyance.

"You honestly believe you can manage a corrupted crownbearer?" one of the demon kings sneered. A mocking laugh rumbled through the air, causing his massive frame to shake. "His power exceeds the combined strength of the four of us. Even the divine beasts were unable to hold him back once the corruption took root. Do you truly think you can survive a clash like that? You speak as if mere bravery can rewrite destiny."

Max’s expression remained stony. Instead, a sharp, frigid smirk played on his lips. "Doesn't that simply imply that if I am capable of slaughtering the four of you, I will have a fighting chance against him?" he inquired coolly.

His words were abrasive yet filled with a confidence that hit the demon kings with unexpected intensity. The arrogance they sensed was backed by a clarity of mind that left them feeling uneasy. He wasn't underestimating their power; he simply refused to be intimidated by it.

Without waiting for a rebuttal, Max raised his arm, signaling the seven squad leaders positioned behind him. His voice boomed across the expanse of the battlefield. "Attack!"

The instant the order was given, the seven squad leaders lunged forward, spearheading their units with overwhelming momentum. The earth groaned under the weight of the human surge toward the vast demonic legion. Lightning hissed, pillars of fire erupted, shadows stretched across the terrain, and the heavens were obscured by flying swords and elemental manifestations. In a heartbeat, the battlefield turned into a roaring theater of war, with demons screaming in fury as they rushed to collide with the human vanguard.

"Arrogant human! You shall perish here, and your pathetic army will be wiped from existence!" the third demon king bellowed. His voice shook the very air as he glared at Max with unfiltered rage. "Refusing our aid and challenging us is the pinnacle of stupidity!"

"That remains to be seen," Max countered. His entire form began to glow with a brilliant white radiance, and the space surrounding him warped violently. Before anyone could comprehend the shift, a flawless dome of compressed space materialized around him.

This spatial barrier surged outward, trapping Max, Balthazar, and the four demon kings within its restricted sphere. The outside world became a blur and then vanished entirely as the spatial walls locked into place with absolute focus.

The demons looked around the sealed perimeter in astonishment.

"What is the meaning of this? A spatial cage?" the first demon king barked, his scowl deepening as he probed the shimmering walls that barred all exit. He locked eyes with Max. "Are you so dim-witted that you would lock yourself in a confined space with the four of us?"

Max ignored the taunt completely. He merely turned his head toward the seven squad leaders who were organizing their forces for the total war occurring outside the barrier. "I will handle everyone trapped inside this spatial cage," Max stated calmly. "You seven ensure that not a single demon on the outside left standing."

Victor nodded with grim determination. "Leave them to us," he replied, before turning back to the troops. His voice rang out with authority as he gave the command: "All squads, strike with everything you have!"

Total chaos consumed the battlefield. Outside the spatial cage, humans and demons clashed in a tempest of carnage, while inside the sealed dome, Max stood alone against Balthazar and the quartet of demon kings. The final showdown was beginning.

"Now we can fight without any distractions," Max remarked with a casual smile, slowly unsheathing his sword. An eerie pressure began to emanate from him, and the atmosphere within the spatial dome grew heavy, as if the air itself had become brittle.

The fifth level concept of severing sword uncoiled from his soul like a silent gale. This was a power that sliced through more than just physical matter. It cut through intent, Qi, aura, and the very momentum of life itself.

During his time in the Tower of Truth to master the fifth level of severing, Max had learned that, unlike the complexities of space or time, severing operated on a more primal, fundamental law. It required only sharpness, clarity, and a singular, pure intent: to cut. With enough focus, he had ascended to the fifth level much more fluidly than he had anticipated.

What Max failed to realize was that reaching a fifth level concept was not a solitary feat. It triggered a subtle resonance that bridged all the other concepts he had previously elevated to the fourth level. It was as if shattering one impossible wall reminded his soul that all barriers could be broken.

Once a cultivator achieves something that defies logic, the mind and soul accept that other obstacles of the same magnitude can also be overcome. Max had unknowingly entered a state where the fifth levels of his other concepts were now within reach, requiring only a small nudge to manifest.

As the severing concept saturated the dome, the four demon kings reacted on instinct. Their faces twisted, and for the first time in the encounter, genuine shock mirrored in their ancient eyes.

"A fifth level sword concept?" one of them muttered, his voice trembling as if it might break under the weight of his realization. A sword concept of the fifth level was a weapon typically reserved for beings of the highest realms. For a human in a restricted world to grasp such power was inconceivable.

Before any of the demon kings could act, something terrifying occurred.

A nearly invisible ripple of light shimmered next to them. There was no gust of wind, no surge of aura, and no explosive sound to serve as a warning. The sword concept of severing did not need an introduction. Its only purpose was to divide.

A razor-thin line of white light swept through Balthazar’s body.

He stopped mid-motion.

His eyes bulged as confusion turned into sheer panic. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound emerged. The only thought left in his fading mind was a desperate, shattered question: "How?"

With quiet finality, his body split into two pieces. No blood sprayed, for even the movement of his demonic Qi had been severed before it could react. The halves of his corpse began to tumble, but they dissolved into dark ash before hitting the floor, as the severing energy wiped away every remaining trace of his existence.

In the span of a single heartbeat, Balthazar—once feared as one of the greatest demon geniuses in the realm—was erased.

A single strike.

That was all Max required. The conflict within the spatial cage had barely started, yet the opening move had already completely overturned the scales of power.