Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1320 Final Battle - 7

The space behind Mark distorted silently, folding inward as if gripped by an invisible hand before his body could even begin to mend. Freya stepped out from the rift without making a sound, her aura so perfectly masked that she remained undetected until the very second she struck.

Her power was a stark contrast to Max’s overwhelming pressure; it was a complex web of intricate layers, woven with such meticulous precision that Mark’s divine senses only flared a split second too late.

With a gaze that remained eerily calm and cold, she manifested endless interlocking runes of light around her. Each symbol spun at its own unique tempo, carrying distinct laws that flowed into one another in a state of flawless, rhythmic harmony.

As Freya lifted her hand, the world seemed to freeze under the weight of her unfolding authority. Space warped, the flow of time became jagged and uneven, and the very threads of causality twisted into a fragile line as her entire strength focused into a single needle-point.

This wasn't the blunt, raw carnage of Max’s severing sword or the tyrannical divinity radiating from Mark’s crown. It was something far more lethal: a calculated structure of absolute execution, where law was piled upon law and control was layered upon control, leaving no possibility for escape.

A massive, incomprehensibly complex sigil materialized at her back. From its center, a pillar of condensed brilliance erupted, skewering Mark through his back before he had the chance to turn around.

The strike didn't just rip through his physical form; it invaded his very being. Freya’s energy latched onto Mark’s divine essence, the authority of his crown, and the lingering traces of the True Origin Devil Blood, violently shattering the equilibrium between them.

“AHHHHH!” Mark’s roar of pure agony shook the air as his divine power detonated outward in a chaotic burst. His regeneration came to a jarring halt, and fractures began to spiderweb across his very existence like cracks appearing in a sheet of glass. The force of the blow sent him hurtling toward the earth, slamming into the ground with such impact that continents shuddered, despite Max’s spatial laws struggling to hold the world together.

Blood glowing with the sheen of corrupted divinity sprayed into the sky, and for the first time, Mark did not instantly spring back to his feet.

Freya showed no mercy. She glided forward, her runes shifting and reconfiguring as her technique evolved in real-time. Luminous chains of authority surged from the sigil, lashing around Mark’s broken body to bind his soul, his crown, and his divine core all at once.

Every chain applied a different principle of suppression: one halted his regeneration, another fractured his causality, and a third severed his connection to the world’s divine power. Mark shrieked as his crown pulsed with a frantic, erratic red light, desperately trying to reassert its dominance.

As the radiance finally dimmed, Mark was left buried deep within the mangled earth. His body was a wreck, healing only at a crawl, and his divine aura flickered with instability. Freya hovered in the air above him, her breathing steady even though her complexion had paled from the immense strain of such a high-level execution.

Even Max felt a shiver down his spine watching the carnage. Her attack hadn't just damaged Mark’s flesh; it had carved deep wounds into the very foundation of his power—scars that even an immortal could not easily wipe away.

For the first time since regaining his peak Cultivation, Mark fell silent. His mockery had vanished, and his arrogance was visibly shaken. The god of this realm had been ambushed from the shadows and nearly undone in a single heartbeat.

At that exact moment, Lucien appeared by their side, his expression unwavering as he stared down at Mark’s ruined form. “Is it my turn now?” he asked with a chilling calm, as if the cataclysmic battlefield was nothing more than a peaceful meadow.

While Max had been distracting Mark, Lucien had already wiped Cain and the entire army of Ascendants from existence. Now, he radiated a pressure so heavy that even Max felt the weight of it.

“Hit him with everything you’ve got,” Max commanded without turning his head, his eyes locked on Mark’s shattered frame.

Lucien gave a slow nod and adjusted his gaming goggles. This was the definitive moment. This single strike would decide if Mark could be truly slain or if their efforts would end in total catastrophe.

As Lucien raised his hand, the world itself seemed to tilt toward him. The laws of reality gathered instinctively, recognizing that a decisive conclusion was at hand.

But before he could unleash his strike, Mark’s head snapped up. A scream of raw, unhinged madness tore from his throat, drowning out all other sounds.

“You all… I will slaughter you! I will slaughter every last one of you!” Mark bellowed as a violent, blinding red light exploded from the crown on his head. This light was no longer controlled; it was a chaotic, absolute fury. The chains Freya had used to bind him snapped one by one, dissolving into shards of broken law that were instantly consumed by the crown’s glow. The earth beneath him gave way as if the planet itself were kneeling to his command.

“What?!” Freya gasped, stunned to see her chains obliterated so easily.

Suddenly, a titanic pillar of light surged from the core of Acaris and slammed into Mark, tethering him directly to the planet. Mountains split open, the seas began to boil, and ancient ley lines ignited like burning veins under the crust of the world.

“HAHHAHAHAH!” Mark laughed toward the heavens, his aura expanding without limit. He was no longer just tapping into the world's power; he was claiming total sovereignty over it.

“This world belongs to me!” Mark screamed as the divine energy of Acaris surged into his veins. Distant cities collapsed as the planet groaned under the pressure, its very core trembling as Mark forcibly drained its life essence.

The sky swirled into red and gold vortexes, and clouds were shredded by divine storms born of his will. His injuries closed instantly, his flesh knitting together at terrifying speeds, and even the deep scars Freya had left began to vanish under the overwhelming surge of planetary authority.

Mark rose slowly into the sky, his presence now crushing and absolute. Every twitch of his hand caused space to buckle, and every breath sent shockwaves through the air.

He gestured with one hand, and the land below shattered. Entire continents broke apart as massive spears of divine energy shot from the earth toward Max and Lucien. With his other hand, he balled his fist, causing the sky to collapse inward into a giant vortex that threatened to pull the entire world into oblivion.

Max moved instantly, deploying the full power of his fifth-level space concept to hold reality together. He erected invisible barriers to seal the spatial rifts and deflected the divine spears, each impact creating an explosion capable of erasing mountain ranges.

Lucien stepped forward as well, his eyes blazing as he released his own authority, meeting the collapsing sky with a wave of stabilizing law that barely managed to hold against Mark’s godlike strength.

Mark’s laughter rang out again, filled with a terrifying, unrestrained insanity as he opened his arms wide. “Do you feel it?” he yelled. “The terror of a god with nothing left to lose! As long as this world stands, I shall never fall!”