Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1452 Anticipation at its peak!

On the display screen, Max pressed onward into the deeper sections of the tenth level. The fires weren't just disordered anymore. They carried a crushing weight, infused with pure law essence. As he ventured further, their thickness increased, bearing down on him like a hidden peak.

"The strain in the tenth level is building once more," Max whispered while stepping ahead.

His movement wasn't the rapid dash from the ninth level any longer. It had become much more measured. Every stride demanded greater exertion. The earth under his boots felt like it pushed back against him, while the fire laws coiled around in denser patterns.

But he kept going.

In his core, the odd sprout on the fire limb of the Chaos Tree kept absorbing power at a staggering speed. Threads of gold streamed into it without pause, feeding its growth.

Thanks to that, Max didn't have to battle the wild fire laws directly. They lost strength right where he was. Still, the immense force of the tenth level posed a different challenge altogether.

The burden squeezed his frame, made his breaths come slower, and compelled his sinews to strain with every push forward.

Even so, he moved on.

From his inner realm, he examined the sprout with focus.

"It's expanding bit by bit," he mused steadily. "I'm curious about the outcome once it blooms fully."

The sprout throbbed softly, exuding an timeless and deep presence. Max perceived it needed a vast quantity of power to finish developing. The rate it consumed the ambient forces was already alarming, but despite that, he knew it was nowhere near its full potential.

This insight only fueled his determination to delve further.

Nine thousand four hundred miles.

Nine thousand five hundred miles.

As soon as the display showed the figure, a hushed wave of surprise rolled over the observation area.

"He's hit the midpoint of the tenth level," Victor Veron declared gravely, his tone subdued but weighted with importance.

The words lingered thickly in the atmosphere.

Midpoint.

Only a handful of followers had ever probed that far into the tenth level.

Isabella's breaths turned light as she stared. Her initial astonishment had shifted to tense quiet. Her gaze stayed locked on the display, refusing to shift elsewhere.

Max didn't halt at nine thousand five hundred miles.

Nine thousand six hundred miles.

A surge of unease rippled through the assembly.

"Nine thousand six hundred."

"Could he actually near the top?"

Nine thousand seven hundred miles.

The seniors shifted ahead instinctively. Some gripped their hands at their backs for balance. Others murmured in astonishment.

"Zain's speed dropped sharply at this point."

Nine thousand eight hundred miles.

The force in the tenth level showed clear escalation on the display. The fires roared fiercely around Max, their compactness so heavy that his outline seemed somewhat veiled. But he pressed on, one foot after the other.

Henry Lumin's features had turned utterly grave. Any prior notions of rivalry now gave way to one clear truth.

This follower was exceptional.

Lilith Carol let out a measured breath. "He's keeping up the push."

Matthew Grimes observed with a subtle grin, yet even his look carried strain at this stage.

Garry Heron's countenance grew stormier. His digits clenched hard behind him. The satisfaction from Zain's feat was now tainted by reluctant recognition that someone else neared mythic status.

Seraphina's stare stayed sharp and icy.

The display showed Max surpassing nine thousand eight hundred miles.

The whole area teetered on suspense.

Not a word escaped anyone now.

They just observed, eager to witness the extent of this unyielding form's progress.

Nine thousand eight hundred and fifty miles.

The display wavered slightly while Max's shape advanced through the furious blaze of the tenth level. The fires had turned murkier, more compact, nearly fluid in their ferocity. With each footfall, he seemed to dip a touch into the surface below, as if the area itself opposed his movement.

Nine thousand nine hundred miles.

The figure flashed boldly on the display.

A chorus of sharp intakes echoed over the observation platform.

Max's stride had turned into a careful plod. The force at this point was choking, squeezing his presence and weighing on him like a crumbling heaven. The wild fire laws weren't dispersed anymore. They clustered in front of him in solid clusters, weaving in fierce whorls that obstructed the route to the eleventh level's edge.

But he held his ground.

Over the group, the display zoomed in on his form as he stayed resolute amid the fiery tempest.

"He's made it to nine thousand nine hundred miles." A senior's tone shook a bit as he announced it. "Just a hundred miles short of the eleventh level."

The strain among the assembled followers grew thick.

"Is he going to get there?"

"Could he actually step into the eleventh level like Zain?"

"This can't be happening… nobody thought he'd even breach the tenth level."

Victor Veron's eyes flared a touch as he bent closer. "Should he conquer this last segment, two followers would have breached the eleventh level in one test."

Henry Lumin's look was stern, his focus glued to the display. "Zain fought hard through those final hundred miles. The strain close to the edge dwarfs everything we've witnessed. It'll demand all of Max's strength to overcome this barrier."

Lilith Carol's words came soft but distinct. "See how packed those fire laws are. They're nearly a barrier. I seriously doubt Max can break through."

Matthew Grimes linked his hands at his back while rising from his chair, his typical poise now edged with tightness.

"He's not pulling back," he noted softly. "Entering the eleventh level would forge yet another wonder."

The display captured Max taking one more step.

The fires erupted wildly, as if provoked by his stubbornness. The turbulent laws amassed before him in a huge vortex, sealing the way like a unseen barrier.

"Will he try to smash through?"

"Or get halted right here?"

A follower breathed out anxiously.

Seraphina Vale's eyes sharpened.

"There's no way he enters the eleventh level," she whispered to herself. "The tenth level's limit already surpasses the norm."

Garry Heron's jaw set firm as he observed.

"Should he step into the eleventh level…" he left it unsaid, but the weight of it filled the space.

High above, Max's form lingered at nine thousand nine hundred miles, with the eleventh level's threshold glowing softly in the distance.

All those gathered caught their breaths.

Not one risked a blink.

The suspense choked the air.

Would he halt at this spot?

Or claim that ultimate stride?