Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1724 Abyssal Grave of the Fallen!

Boom!

The entire arena trembled.

The black-red mist exploded outward and swallowed everything around him, forming a massive grave-like domain that seemed to drag the battlefield into the depths of an ancient abyss. Tombstones made of condensed demonic energy rose from the ground one after another, each one covered in strange runes that pulsed like bleeding wounds.

The silhouettes within the mist began to move, and every time they shifted, low whispers filled the air, as if countless fallen souls were crying, cursing, and begging from the bottom of a forgotten battlefield.

This was Karoʼs Pseudo Cosmic Path.

Abyssal Grave of the Fallen.

It was not a simple demonic technique.

It was a path built from slaughter, resentment, decay, and domination. Every enemy Karo had crushed, every warrior whose will he had broken, and every opponent whose pride had been buried beneath his power had become part of the idea behind this path.

It carried the terrifying concept of turning a battlefield into a grave, turning resistance into despair, and turning the strength of the fallen into nourishment for the one who ruled above them.

The moment the Abyssal Grave of the Fallen fully appeared, the pressure inside the arena rose to a frightening level.

The shattered stones around Max began sinking into the ground as if pulled by invisible hands. The air around him became thick and oppressive, and the black-red mist tried to coil around his body, searching for gaps in his dragon scales as if it wanted to drag him into the grave-like domain and bury him there forever.

The tombstones surrounding Karo released waves of suppressive force, and each wave carried a different kind of pressure. Some attacked the body. Some attacked the spirit. Some attacked the vitality. Some attacked the will.

Outside the arena, many participants felt chills run down their backs.

Even though they were protected by the barrier, they could still feel the terrifying aura of Karoʼs Pseudo Cosmic Path. It was not as sharp as the elven womanʼs Death Wind, but it was far more oppressive.

The Death Wind wanted to cut and corrode. The Abyssal Grave of the Fallen wanted to bury everything. It wanted to turn the entire arena into a graveyard and make anyone trapped within it feel that every step, every breath, and every heartbeat was being pulled closer to death.

Several humans turned pale.

Some demons began laughing with renewed confidence.

The elves became solemn.

The golden-haired elven prince narrowed his eyes and muttered, ”So this is his path.”

The silver-haired elven woman beside him felt her expression tighten. Compared to her Death Wind path, Karoʼs Pseudo Cosmic Path felt heavier and more complete. It was not necessarily purer, but it carried a much more brutal killing intent, and the way it suppressed the whole battlefield made it extremely difficult for an opponent to fight freely.

Inside the arena, Karo stood at the center of the grave-like domain, surrounded by tombstones, abyssal mist, and countless fallen silhouettes.

His aura had changed completely.

Before, he had looked like a dangerous demon genius.

Now, he looked like the ruler of a battlefield graveyard.

His crimson eyes glowed from within the mist, and his grin became crueler as the fallen silhouettes behind him lowered their heads as if kneeling before him.

”Do you feel it, human?” Karo asked softly. ”This is the grave prepared for everyone who thinks they can stand above me.”

The black-red mist surged forward.

The tombstones pulsed.

The fallen silhouettes screamed silently.

Max stood within the oppressive domain, and the black dragon scales covering his body reflected the eerie glow of the abyssal grave. The pressure tried to push him down. The mist tried to bury him. The whispers tried to invade his mind.

But Max did not kneel.

He did not retreat.

He did not even stop smiling.

Instead, his grin became wider as he felt the terrifying power pressing toward him from all directions.

”That is more like it,” Max said, his voice carrying genuine excitement.

Karoʼs eyes sharpened.

Max slowly clenched his fists, and the black dragon scales covering his arms gave off a deep metallic sound as the draconic power inside his body stirred once more.

Max continued, looking straight at Karo through the abyssal mist, ”this finally feels like a a good battle!”

Karoʼs grin slowly widened when he saw Max still standing calmly inside the Abyssal Grave of the Fallen, and although the humanʼs confidence irritated him, it also made the killing intent in his heart grow stronger, because the more Max refused to bend beneath his Pseudo Cosmic Path, the more enjoyable it would be to crush him in front of everyone.

The black-red mist around the arena surged violently, the tombstones made from condensed demonic energy trembled one after another, and the countless fallen silhouettes standing within the grave-like domain raised their heads at the same time, their hollow eyes locking onto Max as if they had all received the same command.

”Since you like acting superior so much,” Karo said coldly, his voice echoing through the mist like the whisper of a graveyard, ”then show me whether you can still keep smiling after this.”

The moment his words fell, Karo raised both hands, and the entire Abyssal Grave of the Fallen answered him.

Boom!

The tombstones around the arena shattered at the same time, and the broken fragments did not scatter randomly. Instead, they rose into the air and fused with the black-red mist, gathering into a massive demonic spear above Karoʼs head.

The spear was enormous, dark, and covered in countless blood-like runes, while the fallen silhouettes within the domain began to dissolve into streams of resentment that flowed into the weapon.

Every silhouette that entered the spear made its aura grow more terrifying, and in only a few breaths, the spear no longer looked like a simple attack. It looked like the condensed hatred of an entire battlefield, a weapon created to bury the living together with the dead.

”Abyssal Burial Spear.”

Karoʼs crimson eyes burned with cruel light as he looked at Max.

”This spear contains the suppressive force of my Pseudo Cosmic Path and the resentment of the fallen souls buried within my grave.”