Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1290 End of demons in Nullaria

The vast battlefield was a grim panorama of destruction, carpeted in every direction by the mangled remains of demons. A heavy miasma of charred flesh, burnt earth, and fading demonic energy saturated the atmosphere.

Dark pools of blood seeped into the soil, creating patches of corruption that flickered and dimmed as the demonic essence lost its spark of life. In various corners of the field, human geniuses were still active, hunting down the few remaining demons and dispatching them with surgical accuracy.

These lingering foes posed no real threat; the young cultivators simply used them as live targets to sharpen their techniques and hone their battle instincts. The once-frenzied chaos had settled into a rhythmic series of finishing strikes. The certainty of victory hung in the air.

Descending from the heavens, Max caused the air to ripple as he touched down near the seven squad leaders. A cloud of dust billowed from the impact of his landing before drifting softly over the demonic corpses. Victor stepped forward first, using a sleeve to wipe a trail of blood from his face while offering Max a weary but triumphant grin.

"How is it?" Max inquired, his voice calm and steady as he took in the scene of the aftermath.

"Everything is proceeding smoothly," Victor answered, his pride evident in his nod. "To be honest, our side of the conflict is already settled. Only a handful of demons remain, and the squads are currently purging them. It won't be long until the entire area is sanitized."

Max scanned the horizon, observing the discipline in his warriors' movements and the newfound confidence in their bearing. The teams he had forged were no longer the green geniuses of the past. They had evolved, becoming more lethal, robust, and perfectly synchronized.

"Good," Max acknowledged with a nod. "The demons on my front have been dealt with as well. As for the stragglers hiding throughout Nullaria, there is no cause for concern. They are already being eliminated."

The squad leaders traded puzzled looks, unable to grasp the meaning behind his last words. None were aware of Nero or the mission Max had assigned him. However, the sheer conviction in Max’s voice left no room for skepticism.

"Once the cleanup is finished," Max ordered, "establish a temporary camp nearby. Find a secure spot where the men can rest and recover their strength. You have been in the heat of battle for hours. Use this window for a full recovery." He looked at each leader in turn, silently noting the exhaustion hidden behind their stoic faces. "Our departure from this place is imminent."

The seven leaders stood tall, nodding in respectful agreement. Max’s guidance had seen them through every crisis so far, and his judgment went unquestioned. As they moved to execute his commands, Max remained alone at the center of the carnage, watching as the wind swept away the final scents of the demonic presence.

The liberation of Nullaria was nearly complete. Only a single step remained to truly purge the region.

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Max made his way back to the site of his confrontation with the four demon kings. The terrain was still violently scarred, marked by massive craters where titanic powers had collided. A faint, lingering demonic aura hung in the air, resembling the distant echo of a fading storm.

Raising his hand, Max gave his fingers a sharp flick. A powerful vacuum erupted as he activated his devouring ability. The corpses of the four demon kings dissolved into ribbons of pure energy, surging into his body until not a single physical trace remained.

Their essence was fully absorbed. Max had performed the same ritual for the demons slain by Victor and the other units. He had drained every scrap of demonic power from the field, leaving the land spiritually cleansed.

A quiet realization dawned in his mind. 'I am on the verge of breaking through to the Divine Rank.' He could feel the sensation in every fiber of his being. His meridians burned with raw power, his soul vibrated with a restless hum, and the energy within his Dantian felt ready to shatter its current boundaries. 'Just one final push and I will reach the Divine Rank.'

The feeling was undeniable. He stood at the very edge of an advancement that many cultivators failed to achieve in centuries of effort.

Max settled onto a large rock amidst the ruins and allowed the hours to slip by. He spent the day in deep meditation, reviewing every technique he had mastered, every concept of the Dao he had grasped, and every trial that had led him to this moment.

The fall of the demon kings, the binding of Nero’s soul, and the cleansing of Nullaria—all these milestones paved his path forward. He envisioned the conflicts to come, the Divine Realm he was destined to enter, and the cosmic threats beyond this world. Though his mind was a whirlwind of calculations, his outward expression remained as still as stone.

As the darkness of night gave way to the first light of dawn, Max’s eyes snapped open. A familiar presence was closing in at terrifying speed. Nero dropped from the sky, landing silently before him. His aura was much more contained than before, not due to a loss of power, but because of conscious restraint. Even so, a suffocating darkness clung to him, heavy enough to weigh down the air itself.

The moment the human geniuses spotted a demon in their midst, alarms blared throughout the temporary settlement. Multiple warriors drew their weapons, bracing for a fight.

Others closed in, their muscles coiled and ready to strike. Nero’s presence felt like an approaching hurricane, triggering an instinctive fear response in the humans.

Max rose to his feet and raised a hand to signal for calm. "Relax. Stand down," he commanded, his voice echoing across the camp. The geniuses hesitated but lowered their weapons. Max turned to the crowd and spoke clearly, "There is no need to fear this demon. His name is Nero, and he is my slave."

The announcement hit the crowd like a physical blow. Waves of shock rolled through the geniuses as they stared at Max in sheer disbelief. Even the seven squad leaders, who had grown accustomed to Max’s miracles, could not mask their stunned expressions.

They could feel Nero’s power clearly. His aura was more oppressive, colder, and far more terrifying than anything Balthazar had ever displayed. The sheer magnitude of his strength was beyond their comprehension. Yet, this monstrous entity was kneeling before Max in absolute obedience.

A profound silence fell over the battlefield as the truth settled in. If a demon of Nero’s level had been forced into servitude by Max, then the chasm between them and their leader was wider than they had ever dared to imagine. Max had exceeded every expectation they held.

The war for Nullaria was over. And Max stood at its heart, more powerful than ever, with a demon king bound to his will.