Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1288 Slave Seal

"How is it possible for you to possess such power?" the third demon king stammered, his voice shaking with pure disbelief as he witnessed the first demon king being reduced to fragments. His face was a mask of terror and bewilderment, feelings he hadn't experienced in millennia.

In contrast, the second demon king reacted with explosive fury. His features twisted in a mask of rage as he instantly triggered the full power of his fifth-level concept of speed. Transforming into a blur of light, he crossed the distance to Max in a heartbeat.

Fists blurred as he launched a relentless assault, turning the space around Max into a chaotic storm of kinetic energy. In the span of a single second, nearly a thousand strikes were thrown, each one packing enough devastating power to shatter the senses of any witness.

For a typical warrior, this onslaught would mean certain doom. Even a cultivator at the peak of the Divine Rank would be shredded to pieces before they could even blink. However, Max utilized his Three Dimensional Body, a unique ability that granted him 360-degree vision and the power to calculate attack paths with absolute precision.

Though the strikes were incredibly rapid, they were far from fast enough to bypass his heightened awareness. Every punch and every minute adjustment in the demon's movement appeared as if it were happening in slow motion. Max remained perfectly composed, analytically observing the patterns of the attack without a hint of fear.

Suddenly, a ghostly white mist began to radiate from Max's form, wrapping around him like a supernatural shroud. Within the dome, the temperature plummeted instantly. Thick frost spread across the cracked earth, and the very air grew heavy under a bone-chilling cold.

This wasn't a natural cold; it was a frigid power that transcended the mortal realm. Max was channeling the core essence of the White Essence Ice Lotus, a chilling force capable of entombing even divine beings in ice.

Oblivious to the changing environment, the second demon king continued his rapid-fire assault. However, as the frost intensified, his limbs grew heavy and his speed faltered. The power behind his punches withered, and his skin began to crack under the biting cold. In a flash, his entire form was encased in solid ice.

The demon king, who just moments ago was a whirlwind of motion, stood frozen in time, his arm still extended in mid-strike. The White Essence Ice Lotus proved to be a terrifying power even against such a durable foe. Though the paralysis would only last a second, that was all the time Max required.

With cold, sharp eyes, Max raised his blade. A subtle ripple of light danced across the steel as he delivered a single, focused swing.

One Sword: All Conquered.

The blade sliced through the atmosphere with lethal grace. The frozen second demon king offered no resistance. Upon contact with the edge, the ice shattered completely. The demon's body disintegrated into thousands of sparkling shards, which glimmered briefly in the light before falling to the ground like broken glass. No roar or scream marked his passing; there was only the soft tinkle of ice hitting the floor.

As the fragments dissolved into nothingness, Max lowered his weapon. Another king had been erased.

"If my ice concept had reached the fifth level, I could have kept them both frozen for much longer," Max whispered to himself, staring at the spot where the second demon king had stood.

While that brief second of immobilization had secured a clean kill, Max felt that in a life-and-death struggle, such a short window was a vulnerability. He decided right then to prioritize his mastery over the ice concept in the future.

He realized there was still much to learn, as these high-level battles highlighted the necessity of perfecting every facet of his Cultivation.

Max then turned his attention to the final survivor. The third demon king had backed away, his body trembling violently as he watched his peers fall. The terror in his eyes was vivid and raw.

For ages, he had viewed himself as a supreme being above all mortals. Now, this human stood before him, butchering demon kings as if they were nothing more than pebbles in his path.

With a faint, cold smile, Max approached him, sword gripped firmly. "You are the only one left," he remarked. The calm in his voice was more terrifying to the demon than any physical wound. Every footstep Max took seemed to tighten the noose of fear around the demon's heart.

The demon king shook uncontrollably, unable to comprehend how a mortal could dominate them so easily. His reality was crumbling. Stopping just a few paces away, Max asked, "Tell me, how do you wish to meet your end?" His tone was quiet, yet it carried an absolute authority that broke the demon's spirit.

"P-Please, do not kill me!" the demon king pleaded, his pride vanishing as he gnashed his teeth in terror. "I can be of great service to you if you spare me." Survival had become his only goal.

Max arched an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden plea. While the demon's terror was real, his potential usefulness was debatable. Just as he was about to deliver the final blow, a familiar voice rang out in his mind.

"Max, the demon speaks the truth. Do not kill him yet. He will be a valuable asset later." Blob’s voice was uncharacteristically grave, causing Max to pause. If Blob was making such a request, there had to be a significant reason.

Max frowned, considering the risks. Keeping such a creature alive was dangerous; they were masters of betrayal and malice. The thought of a future backstab made him hesitate. Sensing this internal conflict, Blob spoke again.

"I understand your hesitation," Blob noted. "However, I possess a soul technique known as the Soul Seal. It allows you to completely enslave any entity that submits to it. Once the seal is active, they cannot disobey. Betrayal becomes an impossibility."

Max's eyes widened. "A soul technique like that exists?" he thought. "Why haven't you mentioned this before?"

"Because it is ineffective against humans," Blob answered quickly. "It works on demons, beasts, and other races, but human souls are too fragile for the process. Since your battles in the Lower and Middle Domains were mostly against humans, it wasn't relevant until now."

Max took a slow breath, accepting the logic. If it didn't work on his primary enemies before, there was no reason to bring it up. "Fine," Max conceded. "Give me the technique."

"Understood," Blob replied.

Instantly, a flood of information poured into Max’s mind. The complex mechanics of the technique—its requirements, its precision, and its power—became clear to him. The Soul Seal was a profound and dangerous art, but its results were absolute. It created an unbreakable bond of loyalty.

Max processed the new knowledge in silence as the terrified demon king waited, caught between the hope of life and the fear of death. The situation had changed. The fight within the dome was concluding, but the decision to spare this demon would have ripples that reached far into the future.

The choice rested solely in his hands.