Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1322 Final Battle - 9

"That is… the Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment," Freya whispered, her voice trembling with sheer astonishment as she watched Max standing beneath those seven titanic lightning dragons. This wasn't a tremor of fear, but of pure shock.

Having lived through ages, she possessed enough knowledge to understand the weight of that lightning. Yet, witnessing those forces submit to a human shattered every preconception she held regarding the laws of the universe.

She was at a loss as to how Max had acquired them or what past deeds had drawn their gaze. The Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment were not summoned by minor transgressions. They remained indifferent to massacres, wars, or the wiping out of entire races. To the world's will, a million lives lost were insignificant.

These lightnings only manifested when the fundamental balance of existence was violated—when a being became a threat to the very framework that sustained the world. Surviving such a force was deemed impossible. Controlling it was beyond imagination.

Even great cultivators ascending to the Divine Rank only encountered the standard Wraith of the World, and even that path was paved with a horrific death rate. The Seven Lightnings were a different tier entirely. They represented absolute judgment. Once they appeared, death was certain; no exceptions were known to exist. At least, none Freya had ever heard tales of.

Lucien’s eyes remained fixed on Max. His face was grim, clouded by memories and apprehension. "I have heard of this," he spoke heavily, his voice laden with gravity. "Max drew the Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment once before in the Mourning Depths. That incident sent shockwaves through many great powers, though the truth was quickly suppressed. He only survived because his fate manifested itself to intervene."

Turning toward him, Freya knitted her brows. "Fate manifestation?" she echoed, softly testing the weight of the term.

Lucien gave a firm nod. "Yes. His fate did more than just shield him. It absorbed the lightning into his body, sealing it away until his physical form, his concepts, and his very soul were resilient enough to withstand it. I have traveled many lands and encountered countless geniuses, but I have never seen—nor even heard—of a fate that manifested so tangibly and directly to protect its owner."

Taking a deep breath, Freya looked back at Max. He stood motionless as the divine punishment spiraled around him like loyal, tamed beasts. "His fate was always superior to ours," she remarked quietly. "I sensed that long ago. A destiny of that caliber does not surrender to death easily. It isn't surprising that it would stir when faced with a force that guarantees total annihilation."

High above, the firmament roared as the seven lightning dragons coiled through the clouds, their very presence warping light, space, and the laws of nature. Below, the world of Acaris shuddered—not because of Mark’s divine status, but because of the judgment Max was preparing to discharge.

"Take this!" Max roared as his willpower surged forth.

The seven-colored lightning dragons bellowed in unison, their cries merging into a sound that didn't just echo but sliced through the fabric of existence. They dived from the heavens toward Mark, each dragon embodying a different facet of divine punishment.

Violet lightning fractured space in its wake. Indigo lightning trampled over laws with its immense weight. Blue lightning transmuted everything it grazed into perfect order. Green lightning consumed life force while birthing pure devastation. Yellow lightning shimmered with supreme authority.

Orange lightning surged with an unshakeable resolve. Red lightning bore the weight of absolute annihilation. Together, they formed a sentence of judgment that was never intended to be parried.

Mark let out a snort, his face contorting with contempt as he lifted both hands. "Humph."

Crimson-dark lightning burst from his palms, appearing thick and viscous, like blood transformed into thunder. Instead of scattering, it condensed with violent intensity, growing and twisting until it took a physical shape.

In an instant, a massive demonic lightning beast appeared before him, its form forged from a fusion of corrupted divine power and hellish essence. Curved horns of crackling red energy protruded from its head, and its roar vibrated through the world as it lunged forward.

The impact was instantaneous.

The sky shattered the moment the demonic lightning beast collided with the seven dragons.

A blinding flash of colors and shadows erupted, drowning the horizon in a fierce tempest of warring laws. Space buckled inward and tore open, only to be forcibly mended by Max’s spatial authority.

Mountains located far beyond the site of the struggle were pulverized into dust by shockwaves that arrived moments later. The oceans were torn asunder as massive walls of water were blown apart, exposing the seabed before collapsing back in devastating surges.

The lightning dragons didn't merely hit the demonic beast; they shredded it from every angle, tearing away pieces of its form with divine judgment.

In a frantic counterattack, the beast struck out, its fangs and claws clashing against the dragons in bursts of red and violet light. Every collision erased pieces of the sky, leaving behind screaming void scars that struggled to heal.

Mark’s eyes glowed with intensity as he funneled more power into his creation, pulling deeper from the world's own essence. The earth beneath his feet split and sank while rivers of energy flooded into his body. The demonic beast expanded, becoming more savage, its roar overpowering even the thunderous cries of the lightning dragons.

Max refused to back down. His body radiated seven colors as he pushed his control to its breaking point, veins of lightning tracing patterns across his skin. The dragons reacted, their shapes becoming more defined and their power surging as they began to dismantle the demonic beast piece by piece.

Every severed limb exploded into a storm of red lightning, falling like meteors and carving deep craters into the earth below.

For several agonizing seconds, neither side could claim the advantage.

Strikes met, neutralized one another, and detonated in chain reactions that rocked the entire world of Acaris. The sky was ablaze, the land cried out, and reality itself seemed on the verge of fracturing as these godlike powers fought without restraint.

Even from their distance, Freya and Lucien felt their souls shudder while watching forces capable of toppling civilizations cancel each other out repeatedly.

At the center of this mayhem, Max and Mark locked eyes through the storm, both standing firm amidst the wreckage. This had transcended a battle of technique or tactics. It was a direct clash between judgment and domination—between a will determined to sever all things and a god who refused to fall.

And neither had any intention of backing down.