Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

The realization struck Kyle like a bolt of lightning. Not only had the three-headed black dragon refused to submit, it had chosen to take its own life and drag him down with it, unleashing a final attack so deadly it could kill even top experts.

"Damn it!" Kyle cursed under his breath, his usual calm shattering as his jade-like face grew pale. He knew very well the power of a beast core self-destruction, especially one from a peak Legend Rank beast like this.

Even in its wounded state, the detonation's destructive force would be unimaginably strong, comparable to a cultivator at the early stage of the Spirit Heaven Realm unleashing their full power. Against such devastation, even he, with all his confidence and strength, could not afford to take it head-on.

Without hesitation, Kyle retreated at an astonishing speed, his body flashing like golden lightning as he shot backward.

"Roar!" The dragon, seeing its enemy flee, unleashed one final, earth-shattering roar. Its three heads tilted back toward the heavens, its blood energy surging violently into the sky. Then came the bang—a deafening explosion as the beast core shattered. A massive blood cloud, ten feet across and pulsating with lethal energy, erupted outward, rolling across the battlefield like a crimson tide of death.

"Golden Sun Shield!" Kyle shouted as his hands moved instinctively, golden light bursting forth from his palms, condensing into a bright, circular shield. He hoped to block the deadly force just long enough to escape unscathed.

But he had underestimated it. This was no ordinary burst of power—it was the full force of a peak Legend Rank beast sacrificing its very essence, a power bordering on the Mythic Rank. The moment the blood cloud struck the shield, it shattered like fragile glass under a hammer.

"Hateful!" Kyle's eyes narrowed, his face hardening with uncharacteristic ruthlessness as he tried to push his energy outward, summoning his martial arts in desperation. But the blood cloud moved faster than his techniques could form.

Boom! The crimson wave engulfed him, and a sharp metallic taste filled his mouth.

"Puff!" Kyle coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face draining of color as pain seared through his body. His figure was hurled backward like a rag doll, crashing through the air before hitting the ground, his aura flickering weakly for the first time since his arrival.

"Brother Kyle?"

Arnold and his companions cried out in alarm as they saw Kyle's body hurled back by the terrifying explosion. Instinct urged them to rush forward and help, but the raging blood cloud that had even overwhelmed Kyle's defenses was still spreading violently across the battlefield.

If they dared to charge in recklessly, they would only share his fate and be obliterated on the spot. Fear rooted them in place, forcing them to retreat several steps, their faces pale and their hearts pounding.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The devastating wave did not stop there. It swept outward and engulfed everything in its path, forcing Nell and her two injured companions into its deadly reach. The yellow-faced young man and the long-faced young man looked on in horror, their expressions frozen as the blood cloud bore down on them like an unstoppable tide of death.

Their foreheads beaded with cold sweat as despair began to creep into their eyes. And then, unexpectedly, the sharp crack of a palm strike rang out.

"Junior Sister Nell?" The two men's voices were filled with disbelief as their bodies were suddenly knocked forward by a force they had not anticipated. They stumbled and looked back in shock, only to see Nell's delicate hand lowering slowly, her red lips curved into a cold, emotionless sneer.

"Two senior brothers, don't you like me? Weren't you always willing to do anything for me?" Her voice was calm, almost silky, yet every word dripped with venom. "Now's your chance—die for me."

Their eyes widened, filled with a mixture of disbelief and raw despair. "No—!" they screamed, but it was too late. The wave of blood energy crashed down on them like an avalanche, erasing their bodies in an instant. The sound of their cries was drowned by the sizzling hiss of corrosion as their flesh and bones dissolved into nothingness, leaving only a lingering mist of blood.

Even their spiritual pets, the falcon snake and thunder frog, caught in the same lethal tide, screamed briefly before meeting the same tragic end, their bodies dissolving into red vapors that merged with the deadly blood cloud.

Nell, on the other hand, retreated with quick, graceful steps, using the two men's bodies as shields long enough to escape the edge of the blast radius. She stood at a safe distance, her breathing steady, her face devoid of even the slightest flicker of guilt or sadness. She had sacrificed her own comrades without hesitation, her sole focus fixed on surviving.

Watching from his hidden position, Max's eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. 'What a cruel woman…' he thought, his chest tightening slightly at the cold-bloodedness he had just witnessed.

Before he could dwell on it further, Blob's urgent voice rang out in his mind: "Max, why are you still standing there? Kyle is seriously injured, Nell is retreating, and Arnold and his men are scattered! Now is the time—get the Pure Yang Flowers!"

Max's eyes lit up with sudden realization. 'This is it… this is my moment.' Without another thought, he burst from his hiding spot, his body igniting with black flames that rippled like living shadows around him. His figure became a blur as he rushed toward the pool with incredible speed, ignoring Nell completely.

At the edge of the pond, the Pure Yang Flowers stood silently, their golden-red petals glowing faintly like embers in the night, perched delicately on the rock wall. They were serene and beautiful, exuding an ancient, warm fragrance, like orchids hidden deep in a secret valley. And now, at this perfect moment of chaos, they were completely unguarded, waiting to be claimed.

"Roar!" The three-headed black dragon, lying in a pool of its own blood, struggled weakly as one of its heads caught sight of Max rushing toward the Pure Yang Flower. Its voice was hoarse yet filled with defiance, the sound echoing like a final act of resistance from a proud beast unwilling to allow even a single trespasser to desecrate what it had been guarding.