Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1308 Helping Michael

With a calm expression, Max looked at Victor and spoke with a steady sense of assurance. "Do not worry. He will be fine."

After saying this, Max focused his entire attention on Michael, utilizing his Three Dimensional Body to perform an exhaustive examination. Every subtle shift in aura and every fracture within Michael's soul and mind became visible to him.

He could distinctly feel the way the malevolent energy had breached Michael's physical form and infiltrated his consciousness, distorting his thoughts and forcing him into a state of berserk madness fueled by nothing but spite and destruction.

Had this been standard infernal energy, Max would have acted without hesitation. He could have consumed it directly from Michael’s body without risking himself. After all, infernal energy was a power he understood intimately. It had originated from the True Origin Devil Blood corrupting Mark, warping the divine authority of the crownbearer into something far more sinister.

Through his crown, Mark had wielded the power of this world; when that authority was tainted by the True Origin Devil Blood, it became the infernal energy that Max had long ago mastered and learned to suppress.

However, this situation was different. The energy that was currently poisoning Michael and saturating the temple was not infernal energy. It possessed a far more vicious and lethal quality—something colder and more absolute in its wickedness.

Max felt the energy resisting his spiritual perception, behaving as if it had a consciousness of its own, hungry to devour and infect everything it touched. He instinctively realized that if he attempted to devour this energy recklessly, the results could be catastrophic, even for someone of his standing.

"This energy is not something simple," Max muttered quietly, speaking more to himself than his companions. "It is far more potent than infernal energy and far more dangerous."

Michael continued his frantic struggling, his breath coming in ragged gasps while his eyes remained clouded by insanity, yet Max did not rush. He composed his thoughts, scrutinizing the situation with intense care.

Whatever was hidden behind that door had already demonstrated the ability to reach out and corrupt even peak Divine Rank experts without any physical contact. If they took even one reckless step forward, the price would be immense.

For a brief moment, Max observed Michael in silence, his eyes deep with thought, before he finally reached into his spatial storage. He pulled out a small jar adorned with ancient, intricate inscriptions.

The jar’s surface emitted a faint warmth, and the runes engraved upon it radiated a suppressive aura that made the very air around them feel heavy. This was the same vessel that had once absorbed his black flames when Balthazar used it against him; Max had claimed it from Balthazar’s corpse after their battle, sensing it would eventually serve a purpose.

He turned and passed the jar to Victor. "Take this," Max commanded calmly. "When I give the word, activate the jar using your mana."

Victor didn't understand Max’s plan, nor did he see how the jar would help in this crisis, but the confidence in Max’s voice was undeniable. Without any questions, he took the jar with care, gripping it with both hands as if it might explode. He gave a solemn nod, indicating he would follow Max's orders perfectly.

Max سپس returned his focus to Michael. His gaze sharpened as he pushed his Three Dimensional Body to its limit, expanding his perception far beyond the physical realm. Simultaneously, black flames erupted from his form, completely enveloping Michael.

These flames did not sear Michael’s skin. Instead, they moved like sentient shadows, infiltrating his body and weaving through his meridians, blood, and soul with surgical accuracy. With great care, Max began the process of devouring the evil energy that had seeped into Michael from the tainted temple.

The initial resistance was fierce. The malevolent energy held onto Michael’s body and mind with stubbornness, writhing like a parasite that refused to be removed. Slowly, thin wisps of black-colored energy started to leak from Michael’s pores, his mouth, and even his eyes.

This was the very essence of the madness, the corruption that had warped his mind and sparked his bloodlust. Max maintained total concentration, using the devouring property of his black flames to pull the energy out piece by piece, ensuring not a single drop could slide back inside.

Once a significant amount of the tainted energy had been pulled out, Max looked up and commanded firmly, "Now."

Victor moved instantly. He flooded the jar with his mana, triggering the inscriptions on its surface. The runes began to glow one by one, and a powerful suction force erupted from the jar’s opening.

The black evil energy Max had extracted was immediately drawn toward the vessel, twisting and shrinking as it was pulled inside. As soon as the energy entered, the inscriptions flashed brilliantly, sealing the corruption away without any leaks.

"Good," Max said with a nod, seeing that his plan was working.

He did not stop. Keeping the black flames wrapped around Michael, Max continued to extract the evil energy layer by layer until Michael’s body no longer emitted that foul aura. Every time the corrupted energy surfaced, it was instantly sucked into the jar and contained safely, leaving it no chance to strike back.

This procedure lasted for nearly an hour. Beads of sweat formed on Max’s forehead from the strain of maintaining such delicate control, while Victor stood nearby, his arms shaking slightly from the constant mana drain required to keep the jar active.

Finally, the stream of black energy stopped. Michael’s body went limp, and his breathing began to level out as the insanity drained from his features.

When Max at last retracted his black flames, the evil energy had been entirely purged from Michael’s system, safely locked away within the ancient jar.

Max exhaled slowly as he confirmed that the final traces of corruption were gone. The suffocating aura that had filled the hall grew noticeably weaker, and Michael’s breathing turned rhythmic once more.

Only then did Max permit himself a moment of relief, aware that a single error during the process could have killed Michael or pulled Max into a dangerous trap.

He stood up and turned to the others, his face grave and resolute. "I do not know what is waiting for us past this door," Max said seriously. "Whatever lies within is the origin of this corruption, and it is far more lethal than anything we have faced. Because of that, I suggest you all enter the Life Space Rings. Only Lucien and I will continue from this point."