Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1486 Four Divine Beast Manifestation!

"I understand. Thus, the present boundary of my Vein of Origin stands at the tenth level of the Rebirth Realm." Max whispered under his breath, releasing a faint sigh. The insight struck him precisely when the spear escaped his hold.

Although the Vein of Origin had surged through his frame with frightful unrefined might, the weapon still broke loose beneath the force of the wave concept.

Max recognized that the wave concept held a key part in that result, but he couldn't ignore the fact he'd just observed. The initial among the seven divine veins carried its boundaries, and in its present form, those boundaries circled the might of the tenth level of the Rebirth Realm.

Still, that idea served merely as a fleeting note.

The spear's thrust barreled toward him with unrelenting momentum. The force inside the Piercing Wave Spear kept swelling as layers of wave energy whirled around the weapon like furious currents. The intensity saturated the whole arena, making the atmosphere quiver as if the combat ground were being squeezed by a hidden sea.

"Time to test the fresh flame inheritance I picked up from the Dimension of Flames," Max said steadily.

He pressed his hands together and clapped them solidly.

As soon as his palms connected, a profound and timeless warmth burst from within him.

Fire exploded in all directions. It wasn't regular blaze. These fires blazed with a shadowy and dreadful fervor, their hue so intense that they appeared to engulf the nearby illumination. The space near Max warped fiercely as the fires climbed higher and higher, creating a vast whirlpool of scorching force.

Amid that ocean of ebony fire, a gigantic figure started to form.

The fires gathered and bellowed like a sentient being. Before long, the silhouette of a huge dragon arose from the fiery gloom. Its enormous form twisted around Max as if guarding its ruler. Dark fires streamed over its scales like liquid power while its massive head lifted over the combat zone with glowing eyes that emitted primeval savagery.

This was the inherited skill called Four Divine Beasts Manifestation.

Right then, Max summoned the shape of the black flaming dragon, positioning himself steadily at the core of its vast frame as if he embodied the core of the furious blaze.

The dragon parted its jaws and unleashed a thunderous bellow that rattled the whole arena.

The Piercing Wave Spear hurtled ahead at that precise instant.

The spear bearing the fearsome fifth level concept of wave slammed straight at Max with irresistible speed. The waves encircling it churned wildly, striving to rip through all that blocked its path.

But the second it crossed into the black flaming dragon's territory, the whole battlefield appeared to ignite.

The dragon charged ahead with dominant power. Its huge body advanced like a tempest of ruin as the ceaseless black fires burst out. The furious blaze met the approaching spear strike in one catastrophic impact.

For an instant, the savage waves resisted the overpowering might of the dragon.

Then it all crumbled.

The dark flames swallowed the waves entirely. The spear fragmented into bits of energy that the furious blaze devoured right away. The fighter who had unleashed the strike remained stunned in place for a split second before the black flame dragon overwhelmed him fully.

No cry echoed, no resistance followed.

The awesome strength of the Four Divine Beasts Manifestation wiped him out utterly.

As the fires at last withdrew, no trace lingered of the fighter or his strike. The whole arena grew hushed, with only Max remaining poised at the heart of the combat ground while the final hints of black fire gradually dissolved into the atmosphere.

"What kind of strike was that?" As soon as the black flaming dragon disappeared from the arena and the fighter on the ninetieth floor got totally annihilated, the onlookers beyond the Combat Tower burst into astonished whispers.

Their gazes stayed glued to the displays showing the combat ground, with many of them fighting to comprehend what they'd just seen.

"It was a dragon. A dragon made of black flames!" one disciple blurted out, his brow furrowed deeply as though puzzling over the sight.

"How did he shape such a gigantic dragon from black flames?" an elder voiced with evident astonishment. His eyes stayed riveted on the display as he went on. "Summoning such a huge flame figure demands total command. Even seasoned fire cultivators would find it hard to hold that degree of steadiness. Forming those fires into a dragon's form would demand ages of practice and expertise."

"This Max keeps pulling out shocks," another elder remarked with a deep breath. The elder shook his head gradually as he mentally replayed the moment. The vision of the massive black fire dragon engulfing the fighter on the ninetieth floor stuck sharply in his mind.

At that instant, both Isabella and Zain lingered wordlessly amid the group. Their hands gripped firmly as they gazed at the picture of Max poised steadily in the arena.

The strike he'd released had etched a profound mark in their thoughts. They each grasped the strength of the fighter who'd occupied the ninetieth floor. That foe wielded the power of the tenth level of the Rebirth Realm and had even deployed a potent skill boosted by the fifth level concept of wave.

But such a foe had vanished in one strike. As the truth sank into their minds, a worrisome idea surfaced. If they'd occupied that fighter's spot, could they have endured such a dominating assault?

"How did this Max acquire such a potent flame inheritance?" Seraphina at last uttered, her tone laced with incredulity and irritation. Unlike most others there, she had the background to identify what had transpired.

That black flame dragon wasn't a basic fire control method. It was plainly an inheritance skill, a mighty heirloom art handed down from an old bloodline. The intricacy and magnitude of the strike exposed the richness of the legacy fueling it.

Even the Seven Family Heads and Joe observed the unfolding scene in quiet. Their faces showed far greater gravity than earlier.

These figures commanded broad insight into cultivation methods and ancient legacies, yet not even they remembered encountering a flame inheritance that conjured such a horrifying black fire dragon.

The strike Max had revealed was wholly unknown to them, and that strangeness only amplified the astonishment that persisted in their hearts.