Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

’What’s going on?’ Max was truly shaken now, his thoughts racing. ’Is this done by Mark? Or is he here right now?’ That was the only explanation that made sense. After all, the infernal energy coursing through his body—powerful and chaotic—had originated from Mark himself.

Only Mark’s presence could make it react like this, roaring with instinctive rage and fear like a wild animal recognizing its master—or its executioner.

"Everyone! Step back!" Max shouted with urgency, his voice sharp and laced with anxiety. The crowd instantly obeyed, sensing the gravity in his tone. They quickly retreated to the far end of the hall, fear flickering in their eyes.

Max narrowed his gaze at the four puppet-like figures at the entrance—Nortan, and the three Commandants. "I killed all four of them before," he said firmly to Elias and Aria, not taking his eyes off the walking corpses.

"Are you sure?" Elias asked with a deep frown. His eyes darkened as he stared at the figures, his fingers tightening around his sword. "They don’t look very dead."

"I’m very sure," Max replied coldly. "But just in case—they’ll die again."

With that, Max raised his hand. A wave of mana surged out as he activated his Magic Sword Barrage skill. In an instant, hundreds of glowing blue swords formed in the air around him, each one buzzing with condensed energy. They shot forward in a storm, like a meteor rain of death, all aimed at the lifeless figures standing still.

But just before impact, the four bodies suddenly dissolved into pools of thick, red blood, completely evading the attacks. The swords pierced nothing but empty air, crashing into the floor behind.

"What?" Max’s eyes widened in disbelief, stunned by what he had just seen.