Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1324 Final Battle - 11

The universe seemed to shrink until only the two of them remained the moment their eyes met.

Mark struck first.

The divine crownbearer raised a single hand, causing the firmament of Acaris to buckle as if squeezed by a titanic, unseen grip. Space itself folded toward his palm, crushed into a sphere of impossible density.

Torrents of world essence surged into the orb, echoing the silent screams of mountains and continents being stripped of their very being. With a nonchalant flick, Mark launched the sphere at Max, the projectile carving through reality like a cataclysmic star destined to terminate an age.

Max did not flinch.

The seven colored lightnings crackled beneath him in a collective roar, while his Concept of Severing Sword reached a pinnacle of absolute sharpness. He delivered a single, precise swing—a motion that was deceptively simple yet laden with both infernal ruin and holy retribution.

The blade did not merely hit the incoming blast; it severed it. The laws of cause and effect were sliced apart, leaving the compressed world essence without a reason to exist. The sphere collapsed inwardly before detonating into a gale of fragmented laws that fell upon the land like a divine drizzle.

Mark’s laughter rang out, a sound woven with thunderous authority. As he unfurled his wings, the earth beneath Max erupted into massive chains forged from the raw laws of the world. Each link was as vast as a mountain range, etched with runes of lordship that bound fate, space, and causality into a single cage.

They lunged at Max from every angle, intent on anchoring him to the planet and grinding him down under the world's weight.

Max’s infernal side erupted, black flames incinerating the chains upon contact, while his sacred side radiated with the intensity of a thousand suns.

The White Lotus Ice Essence reached full bloom, flash-freezing the remaining chains mid-air—not just halting their movement, but locking their fundamental laws into stasis. Stepping forward, Max shattered the constructs, sending shards of frozen law drifting through the sky like dying stars.

In a flash, Mark closed the distance, his movement transcending the limits of space. He threw a punch backed by the literal weight of the entire world. Space buckled around his fist, and time itself stuttered for a heartbeat, unable to process the force.

Max met the blow head-on.

Channeled through his Vein of Origin, infernal energy and sacred light merged within his body. Their fists smashed together, and the resulting shockwave didn't radiate outward—it exploded downward. The planet's crust split wide, exposing the molten core miles below until Max’s spatial laws forcibly sealed the rift. Even so, Acaris shuddered as if letting out a cry of agony.

They traded strikes at a velocity that defied the naked eye.

Every punch held the power to vaporize a peak Divine Rank expert instantly. Mark manipulated reality into spears, blades, and collapsing horizons, each technique a different manifestation of his godhood.

Max countered with the ultimate severance, dismantling attacks at their inception, slicing through spatial tethers, and freezing divine artifacts. His black flames and holy light worked in tandem to burn through the very fabric of causality.

The seven lightning dragons returned, not in a direct charge, but weaving through Max’s strikes in a synchronized dance of destruction.

Mark countered by summoning avatars of the world’s will—colossal beings made of stone, sea, and sky that clashed with the dragons. Each impact sparked storms that threatened to tear the continents asunder, only to be neutralized by Max’s spatial manipulation.

The intensity of the conflict escalated without end.

Mark raised his arms, bending the horizon into a ring that encircled them. The world itself tried to rewrite reality to erase Max’s existence. However, the Concept of Severing Sword flared, its edge cutting through the fabric of being. Max sliced through that rewritten destiny, his sword carving a glowing wound across Mark’s chest that leaked both divine radiance and infernal shadows.

Mark roared, his composure finally shattering into pure rage as he unleashed the crown’s total authority. The sky bled crimson as a barrage of laws descended like a final judgment, each one crafted to delete Max from existence.

Max met the onslaught with his full power.

Shrouded in seven colored lightning, he lunged forward, his sacred and infernal energies perfectly aligned. His blade became a manifestation of finality, and with one decisive upward stroke, he acted.

The heavens were torn in two.

While the blow didn't end the fight, it rattled the god.

Mark recoiled for the first time, his divine blood falling to the earth like burning embers.

The momentum of the battle shifted the moment Max pressed his advantage.

As Mark stumbled, Max gave him no room to breathe. The seven colored lightning acted as divine armor around him, his dual natures resonating with terrifying power.

He stepped through the void, forcing space to submit to his will, and reappeared in Mark’s face. His fist, empowered by the Vein of Origin and layered with sacred judgment, shattered the divine halo behind Mark’s head. Fragmented sigils scattered across the sky like broken constellations.

Bellowing in fury, Mark retaliated with wings of world essence that could wipe out entire regions. Max sliced through them before they could fully deploy.

The Concept of Severing Sword acted as an absolute command; the wings were severed from their causal anchors and dissolved into nothingness. Black flames immediately consumed the remnants, while the White Lotus Ice Essence froze the air, trapping Mark for a split second.

That heartbeat was all Max needed.

Max unleashed a barrage of blows. A golden sacred palm slammed into Mark’s chest, caving it in and crushing the divine runes within his body.

An explosion of infernal energy followed, tearing through Mark’s midsection and ripping away chunks of world essence. The seven colored lightning struck in calculated arcs, each bolt dismantling a specific law that Mark used to maintain his physical form.

Mark tried to fight back, warping causality to make Max’s strikes miss or arrive late.

Max simply severed the attempt. With a deliberate swing, he fractured the flow of cause and effect feeding Mark. The link between the god and the world faltered, and the resulting backlash ripped through Mark’s divine vessel like a silent bomb.

“You dare!” Mark screamed, calling upon the crown’s full power once more.

The ground beneath Max dissolved as Mark triggered a reality collapse—a world-ending void meant to swallow everything. Max didn't run. He walked right into the heart of the void.

His fifth-level mastery of the Concept of Space overrode the collapsing laws, while his Severing Sword carved a path through the chaos. The phenomenon unraveled into harmless sparks as Max emerged without a scratch, his gaze burning with intensity.

He continued his assault.

Max hoisted his sword, pouring every ounce of his power into the blade. Infernal energy shrieked, sacred light stabilized the edge, lightning coiled around the steel, and ice reinforced the structure. Space guided its path while Severance gave it purpose. He brought the blade down, hitting Mark squarely across the torso.

The impact was devastating.

Mark’s divine body was ripped open from shoulder to hip. Divine blood and tainted essence spilled out, scorching the sky. He was sent hurtling through layers of reality, crashing into the planet with enough force to split the world open a second time.

Before Mark could recover, Max descended like an avatar of judgment. His fist collided with Mark’s face, followed by a knee to the core and a flurry of sword strikes, each one further severing Mark’s ties to the world.

Mark’s resistance grew desperate. His attacks were no longer dominant; they were frantic and slow. Every time he tried to gather strength, Max was there to sever, freeze, or crush his efforts.

The god of Acaris was driven back, his invincible form covered in cracks of failing laws and leaking power.

Finally, Max stood over his foe, seven colored lightning thundering above. His dual forms blazed in unison as he held his sword with cold precision.

For the first time since his ascension, Mark realized the truth.

He was being overwhelmed.

Not by luck.

Not by a fluke.

But by sheer, undeniable superiority.

Max looked down, his voice cold and steady while the world shook around them.

“This is my full strength,” he declared.

The god of Acaris fought to stand, but the world no longer obeyed his commands.

Max had seized total control of the battlefield.

Mark was being completely dominated. However, his wounds began to knit back together, his body returning to its peak state in a mere second.

“How dare you!” Mark screamed as his blood splattered, his voice echoing like a wounded deity. He could not fathom that even at his strongest, Max was suppressing him. He was a god... how could a mere mortal best him? He refused to believe it!

His face twisted in a mask of rage as he looked at the red stains on his divine skin. He had merged with the world itself.

He was the will, the law, and the authority. A god should not bleed, yet the evidence burned on his chest.

The crown on his head flared, collapsing inward with lethal intent. The essence of Acaris rushed toward him in violent waves. Continents grew dark as if their life force was being siphoned away.

The sky turned grey, the seas went still, and the planet’s pulse weakened. Mark was no longer just using the world's power. He was devouring it.

“You forced my hand,” Mark growled, his voice becoming a distorted rumble as light leaked from the cracks in his form. “Now, witness the end of all things.”