Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 744: Battle Resumes

"Ascendants are here! Everyone get back!" boomed a voice that cut like a blade through the thundering chaos of clashing blades and monstrous roars, as the officials of the Hunter Association erupted into swift, decisive action, their figures flashing forward to stand at the very forefront of the battlefield.

Their presence radiated authority and iron discipline, and the sheer force of their energy rolled out in waves that seemed to momentarily stem the tide of the advancing Null horde.

Just then, many middle-aged men appeared one after another, stepping into the blood-drenched arena as if they’d materialized out of thin air, each radiating an aura of quiet, lethal power.

Every pair of eyes burned with steely resolve, every posture radiating an iron will honed through countless life-and-death battles. These were the elders of the Hunter Association—the guardians of the Middle Domain who held the line when chaos threatened to consume everything.

Among them stood Elder Liam, his presence towering despite his lean frame, his robes stained with the scars of old battles.

His eyes swept across the battlefield, sharp and cold as blades, before he raised his voice, his words echoing throughout the entire expanse like a rolling clap of thunder. "Those below the 5th level Champion Rank strength should retreat to the first circle!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the din as cultivators froze to listen. "Those whose strength is above that, but below the 8th level Champion Rank, retreat to the second circle!"

The command carried the weight of absolute authority, and there wasn’t a single soul foolish enough to hesitate. In a battle where the Ascendants themselves had entered the field, no one dared overestimate their abilities. Pride was meaningless when their lives—and the survival of the entire region—hung in the balance.

One by one, warriors began withdrawing, forming orderly lines despite the chaos that raged around them. Experts who moments before had fought side by side now parted ways, eyes scanning the skies and ground for signs of sudden attack even as they retreated.

Max exchanged a quick, silent look with his team, his expression grave but calm, and with a sharp nod, he signaled for them to fall back. Together, they moved with measured speed, retreating toward the first circle as Elder Liam had instructed.

Nearby, Max’s sharp gaze caught sight of Alice’s team, led by Margo, also pulling back in tight formation. Margo’s jaw was clenched hard, his iron sword now resting across his shoulders as he barked commands, while Alice moved fluidly among her comrades, eyes flashing with concern but her movements steady and precise.

They too withdrew to the first circle, their faces tense as they kept glancing toward the surging tide of darkness that advanced across the battlefield.

And then, with a sound like a collapsing mountain, the next wave of the enemy crashed onto the field—a monstrous, seething horde of Level 4, Level 5, and Level 6 Champion Rank Nulls. They came charging forward in an endless flood, their numbers seemingly without limit, easily numbering in the thousands.

Each creature was a nightmare given flesh, towering taller and more grotesque than the lesser Nulls that had fallen before them, their twisted bodies writhing with unnatural muscle and studded with extra limbs, barbed tails, and countless glowing eyes that radiated baleful intelligence.

They slammed into the defensive lines with devastating force, clawed limbs striking like hammers, and blasts of void-infused energy exploding outward as they tore into the formations of the Hunter Association.

The blood-drenched ground trembled beneath their advance, and the air seemed to vibrate with lethal intent as the elders of the Hunter Association stepped forward, weapons blazing with radiant energy, ready to face the monstrous tide that threatened to engulf them all.

"Everyone, prepare to battle!" roared one of the Hunter Association elders stationed along the hastily organized first circle, his voice booming across the blood-soaked battlefield like a crack of thunder, rousing the gathered cultivators from tense anticipation into immediate action as the monstrous wave of high-level Nulls came thundering toward them.

The air itself seemed to quake as countless warriors braced themselves, their weapons raised and eyes gleaming with steely determination.

And then—

BOOM!

The two sides collided with explosive force. In an instant, the entire front line erupted into chaos as cultivators unleashed a dazzling storm of attacks.

Blades whistled through the air, leaving arcs of gleaming steel that flashed like lightning. Spears thrust forward in synchronized ranks, punching through Null flesh with bone-snapping precision. Elemental techniques erupted all around: swirling cyclones of fire roared across the battlefield, waves of crackling lightning streaked into the enemy ranks, and blasts of freezing wind exploded outward, scattering droplets of black Null blood like dark rain.

Energy flared and collided, bathing the battlefield in shifting hues of crimson, gold, and electric blue.

Seeing the wave of attacks crashing into the advancing Nulls, Max stepped forward calmly as he drew his sword in a single, smooth motion, the blade shimmering faintly with a deadly, ethereal glow.

WHISH!

With a single swing, Max sliced the air in a broad, horizontal arc, summoning his Severing Sword Concept to full power. A blade of sword energy burst forth from his weapon, screaming through the air like a living whip of silver light, stretching outward and cutting a clean path across the battlefield.

In a fraction of a second, it struck a towering Level 5 Champion Rank Null barreling toward him, its grotesque body rippling with muscle and eyes gleaming like wet gems scattered across its hide.

The blade of energy cleaved into the creature with effortless precision, and for a single heartbeat, time seemed to freeze. Then, the monstrous Null split apart, severed cleanly down the middle as if it were made of nothing but soft clay.

Its two halves sizzled in the crimson light, the edges of the wounds instantly blackening and smoking as the creature’s flesh was scorched into charcoal. The pieces collapsed to the ground, falling with a dull, heavy thud as burnt ash billowed up around the corpse like black snow.

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