Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 740: Edge of the Battlefield

Battlefield of the White Town Region.

As far as the eye could see, an endless expanse of dark red earth stretched beneath a sky heavy with swirling crimson clouds, the air vibrating with a low, ominous hum that seemed to pulse in time with the distant clashes of weapons and shouts of warriors.

The ground itself bore deep scars—rivers of hardened, rust-colored fissures running like veins across the barren landscape, testimony to countless battles fought and lives extinguished over untold years.

It was said that so much blood had been spilled upon this soil that it had permanently dyed the earth this ghastly shade of red, and though this was merely the outermost edge of the battlefield, the weight of slaughter and carnage pressed upon the senses like a suffocating shroud.

Into this grim tableau arrived Max and his team, stepping cautiously toward the boundary between safety and chaos, the pungent scent of blood and scorched metal filling their nostrils with every breath.

Even though most of the young geniuses around them were no strangers to bloodshed, having fought and survived numerous skirmishes and trials to earn their rank, the sheer thickness of the killing intent that hung in the air here was almost tangible—a suffocating, metallic tang that scraped against the nerves and sent cold chills crawling up the spine.

All around them, hundreds of experts moved across the cracked, red terrain, clad in an eclectic mix of robes, armors, and shimmering battle gear, each figure radiating potent auras that rippled the air like heat waves.

Some warriors were gathering in small clusters, murmuring strategies in hushed, tense voices, while others checked weapons or channeled their vital essence into their bodies, preparing for the imminent carnage ahead.

Step by measured step, Max and his companions advanced until they reached the very edge of the battlefield, where a colossal gate loomed, rising out of the earth like an ancient fortress wall.

The massive doors were forged of dark, obsidian-black metal, etched with intricate runes that pulsed faintly with azure light, and framed by a thick, imposing border that seemed to seal off whatever lay beyond.

Enormous chains hung down its sides, coiling around massive iron stakes embedded in the ground as though even the gate itself needed to be restrained, lest it open prematurely and unleash what was hidden within.

Just in front of these enormous doors, thousands of experts and warriors from every corner of the Middle Domain had gathered, forming a vast crowd that rippled with tension and restless energy.

They stood shoulder to shoulder, weapons strapped to their backs or held ready in their hands, eyes fixed upon the sealed gates, waiting for the precise moment when they would swing open and grant them entry into the true heart of the battlefield—a realm where the deadly struggle against the Nulls would begin anew.

The murmur of voices blended into a low, rolling thunder as Max surveyed the scene, his sharp eyes reflecting the glint of crimson light off distant blades, while somewhere in the distance, the chilling scream of a beast echoed faintly, heralding the chaos that awaited beyond those sealed gates.

With his Three Dimensional Body silently active, Max stood amidst the throng of experts gathered before the colossal gate, his eyes half-lidded in deep concentration while the chaotic murmur of countless voices roared around him like the tide.

To anyone looking at him, he seemed merely another warrior waiting for the gates to open, but beneath that calm exterior, an intricate network of awareness stretched out from him in all directions, as though he were a spider sitting at the center of an invisible web.

His consciousness expanded effortlessly across the entire field where warriors had assembled, enveloping thousands of figures within its delicate mesh of perception. It was almost astonishing how easily his senses swept the vast space, detecting each flicker of energy, every subtle shift in stance, the smallest fluctuation in someone’s aura—even the faint tremors of weapons vibrating against armor.

As his strength continued to climb higher and higher, so too did the reach of his Three Dimensional Body, expanding like ripples in a limitless ocean, granting him near-omniscient surveillance over his surroundings.

’Since everyone gathered in this area is under my awareness, I could teleport to any one of them instantly using my space domain,’ Max mused silently, a calculating gleam flashing through his eyes. ’And with the Sphere of Absolute Reaper, I could engulf any target the moment I want with just the thought of my mind...’ The idea simmered in his mind, turning over and over like a blade being honed to a razor’s edge, as he contemplated the terrifying practicality of using such a combination in real combat.

But then another, more intriguing notion nudged at the edges of his thoughts. ’I wonder... could I use this for voice transmission, too?’

Normally, voice transmission between experts required a relatively close distance, because sending one’s thoughts across space demanded a thread of vital essence to bridge the gap—a connection of life force fragile and limited in range. Yet the field of awareness from his Three Dimensional Body was essentially an extension of himself, a seamless part of his own being rather than merely an external technique.

’If I mix just a sliver of vital essence into my Three Dimensional Body... maybe it would work...’ Without overthinking it further, Max decided to test his theory on the spot. He summoned a thin strand of his vital essence, blending it like liquid gold into the vast, invisible net of his Three Dimensional Body, then directed it outward, seeking a specific presence among the crowd.

"Alice, can you hear me?" he called silently, focusing his intent like a laser. For a split second, there was silence—a delicate tension that hummed in the stillness.

Then, as clear as if she were standing right beside him, Alice’s startled voice burst into his mind from far across the battlefield: "Max, is that you?! How did you use voice transmission when I can’t even see you anywhere?!" Her mental voice trembled with pure astonishment, carrying an edge of incredulity and wonder that made Max’s lips curl into a subtle, satisfied smile.

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