Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 818: Leaving the Swamp Region

The Blood Ghost King let out a thunderous roar, its voice reverberating through the murky swamp like a war drum announcing death. Its rage intensified, and in a blur of crimson motion, it lunged at Max with feral brutality.

Max narrowed his eyes. There was no point holding back now. With a sharp breath, he launched into the Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword, a technique composed of nine devastating moves.

As each form flowed into the next, the air exploded with howling wind and bursting pressure. Blood and sword light collided in all directions, tearing through the darkness.

The very void around them trembled. Columns of black swamp water shot into the sky like geysers as the ground shook under the weight of their clash. Poisonous leeches, grotesque centipedes, and lurking toads hidden in the swamp exploded into gore from the shockwaves, their twisted bodies unable to withstand the might of two terrifying forces locked in combat. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Max felt the weight of this enemy. Stronger than Julio. He could feel it in every exchange. The Blood Ghost King was brutal, but also strangely intelligent, adapting and pressing forward with relentless pressure.

As it roared again, the blood mist around it surged wildly, condensing into dozens of ghastly, twisted faces—deformed and eyeless, their mouths wide with serrated fangs. These bloody visages screamed silently as they charged at Max from every direction like a wave of cursed souls.

The air around them rippled as their cries buzzed straight into Max’s ears, making his hair stand on end and cold sweat drip down his spine. The pressure was real. It was suffocating.

Clang!

Their weapons met again. Max’s sword and the monster’s claws collided with a force so great, it sent violent shockwaves cascading outward, ripping through the swamp and forming craters in the water-logged land. The stench of rot and blood mixed in the air.

Max’s brows furrowed. ’This battle is dragging on.’

He knew if he let this continue, he would eventually be overwhelmed. He needed to end it—and fast. Gritting his teeth, he activated his Dragon Scales Transformation. A torrent of energy erupted from his body as black, gleaming dragon scales crawled across his skin, wrapping him in the protective embrace of ancient draconic might. His aura surged.

Then came the real boost—six hundred Draconic Essences. Like volcanic fire coursing through his veins, pure strength flooded every inch of his body. His muscles bulged, his senses sharpened, and the very ground beneath his feet cracked under the sudden increase in power.

Not wasting even a moment, Max narrowed his eyes and unleashed the second-level concept of Space—Spatial Anchoring.

The space around the Blood Ghost King twisted, condensed, and locked down like invisible chains binding it in place. The creature’s movements halted, frozen mid-lunge, its eyes filled with sudden alarm.

Max didn’t hesitate.

The Blue Dragon Sword burst into black flames, and shone with the cutting light of the second-level severing sword concept. He stepped forward and swung down with all his might, executing his most devastating move of the Severing Flow Sword Art.

The sword howled through the air like a banshee’s wail, tearing the black fog apart, the flames dancing wildly in the void.

And then—

The sword struck.

Swish!

Bang!

Max’s sword cleaved through the Blood Ghost King, cutting the terrifying creature cleanly in two. The moment his blade sliced through its grotesque body, the spatial anchoring he had used was released, and the severed halves of the blood-soaked monster exploded into a cascade of crimson mist.

A rain of blood poured over the swamp, dyeing the dark, murky water even redder. The air trembled from the final impact, echoing through the Black Mist Swamp like the closing of a deadly Chapter.

Black flames surged around the remains of the Blood Ghost King—as Max began devouring the corpse with eerie hunger, reducing it to ashes.

But as the last ember faded and silence returned, Max’s expression remained cold. He didn’t level up. The power of the Blood Ghost King wasn’t enough to push him further. He clicked his tongue in quiet annoyance.

’I should leave this place fast,’ he thought grimly, wiping blood from the edge of his sword before sheathing it.

He remembered clearly the warning from the elder’s notes: the Black Mist Swamp was considered a strictly forbidden zone, a place even peak Legend Rank warriors avoided.

It was rumored that terrifying creatures, ones beyond the level of the Blood Ghost King, lurked in the deepest shadows. Though Max was confident in his ability to escape from most threats, gambling his life in such a cursed zone for no reason would be pure foolishness.

He had already gained enough from this encounter. There was no point pushing his luck.

Without hesitation, Max activated his full vital essence shell, wrapping his entire body in a shimmering protective layer. He masked his aura entirely using his green soul’s concealment ability, blending into the black fog like a wraith.

The visibility was near zero, and to any prying eyes, his presence would feel no different than the surrounding mist. Quietly, he began moving through the dense fog, his footsteps light and silent, his breathing calm and steady.

Minutes passed.

The swamp remained eerily silent, only the occasional soft ripple of water or the creaking of twisted trees breaking the quiet. Max moved with caution, senses heightened to the extreme. But just as he was beginning to believe he had escaped the danger—

"Ahhh!"

Multiple blood-curdling screams pierced the silence from behind, slightly to his left. Max froze and turned his head sharply. Through the thick fog, he saw it—blood spurting wildly into the air like a gruesome fountain.

He didn’t need to see the full scene to know what had happened. Bodies were being torn apart, devoured alive. But what truly caught his attention was not the carnage itself—it was the blood shadow flickering amid the chaos.

His eyes narrowed. Another Blood Ghost King.

The aura was nearly identical to the one he had just slain—ruthless, bloodthirsty, and incredibly powerful. Max’s face turned grave. ’So, there’s more than one roaming here...’

It was just as the elder had warned: this swamp was a graveyard waiting to happen. He had made the right decision leaving.

Without hesitation, he turned away from the battle and quickened his pace, vanishing deeper into the fog-covered wilderness, each step bringing him closer to safety—and further from the monsters that lurked in the dark.