Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1480 Power of Ice God Hands!

From beneath the feet of those shadowy figures, numerous hands burst forth, enormous and pallid, crafted wholly from ice, their fingers elongated and pointed, terminating in talons that reflected the chamber's faint light with a subtle, chilly shine.

These hands emerged in groups, rising from the floor at such a rapid pace that the shadowy figures had no chance to respond, grasping each one with a hold that wasn't just powerful but relentlessly complete, the frozen claws encircling arms, bodies, and yanking downward with an irresistible pull.

The shadowy figures fought back, their obscured shapes twisting against the confinement, yet the chill was already taking effect on its own, separate from the grasp, infiltrating the ethereal material that made them up and transforming it, bit by bit, into something stiff and motionless.

In mere seconds, every figure stopped moving altogether, trapped within an icy casing that enveloped them fully, their faces and stances captured in mid-fight as sculptures positioned in disjointed patterns over the chamber's ground.

The ice hands clenched tighter. A noise rang out, short, piercing, and absolute, resembling the instant breaking of multiple solid items, and then each iced sculpture burst from its core, blasting into innumerable ice shards that flew across the floor and melted away before they even stopped moving.

The chamber stood vacant, and the frost started withdrawing into Max as he let go of the skill, the warmth gradually returning to a level suitable for life once more.

"Hmm," Max uttered, gazing at the spot where his foes had positioned themselves moments before. "This is merely the basic application of Ice God Hand, and it's already so lethal." He paused with that idea in mind briefly, truly intrigued by the potential outcome.

He pondered what might occur if he unleashed the entire version of the skill, not the limited and partial display he had just shown, but the full, unrestrained power that the Ice God Hand could achieve at its maximum limit.

This level of the combat tower didn't appear to be the right place to test it, yet the curiosity lodged itself in the rear of his thoughts and lingered.

He stored the insight mentally and allowed his environment to alter once more as the tower acknowledged his win and set up the following level.

The skill didn't lose its potency as he ascended. In fact, the difference between the Ice God Hand's output and the tower's creations' endurance seemed to shrink with every level he conquered, since even the beginner-level use of the skill functioned on a plane that the initial levels lacked any means to oppose.

The twenty-sixth level dispatched its shadowy figures charging at him right after they fully formed, their bodies at the fourth stage of the Rebirth Realm and their motions possessing a swiftness that would truly endanger a cultivator depending solely on standard tactics.

Max didn't depend on standard tactics. The ice hands exploded from the earth before the figures covered even halfway the space separating them, and the ensuing pattern of capture, solidification, and destruction mirrored what had finished the prior level, accomplished in a timeframe that almost seemed rude in how scant opportunity it provided for the constructs to show their intended capabilities.

The twenty-seventh level brought a fresh setup, situating Max in a room where the shadowy figures had stationed themselves along the edges instead of the middle, preserving space and assaulting from afar with condensed blasts of spiritual energy that sped across the area with real momentum.

It proved a logical tweak, holding the constructs distant from the surface where the ice hands could access them most effectively. Max noted the change with faint curiosity and countered by merely broadening the scope of his skill, allowing the Ice God Hand to stretch its influence over a much larger expanse, and the hands that appeared now rose at the room's borders rather than its heart, right under the figures who had placed themselves there to evade precisely that fate. The level concluded just as swiftly as the previous one.

On the twenty-eighth level, the constructs had advanced to the fifth stage of the Rebirth Realm, and the collective aura's intensity upon their appearance was heavy enough that a few observers monitoring the screens beyond the tower sat up straighter on reflex, responding to the energy's burden even via the distance of a transmission.

The shadowy figures here acted with a smoothness and a savagery that matched their heightened cultivation, their strikes bearing a might that might have posed real threats to any cultivator armed only with the power of their own realm.

Max deployed the Ice God Hand once more, and the figures got sealed and obliterated in the identical mercilessly brief interval that had marked all earlier levels, the disparity between their might and the frost that devoured them far too vast to overcome with whatever tools the tower supplied them.

The twenty-ninth level arrived and passed identically, the figures marginally more robust, quicker, more calculated in their method, and the Ice God Hand extending from below and dispatching them with the same steady, unyielding precision it had shown since Max first opted to employ it.

He wasn't facing difficulty. He wasn't adapting. He was utilizing a skill that operated at a complexity the combat tower's initial levels weren't designed to handle, and the levels were dropping away under it sequentially without presenting anything that demanded deep consideration from him.

Max crossed into the thirtieth level and sensed the atmosphere shift around him more noticeably than any prior change, the room's surrounding pressure pressing on him with a thickness that indicated the tower had at last determined its introductory phase of the trial was complete for both of them.

"Hehe, this should get exciting now," Joe remarked, and the grin that went with those words held a distinct tone from those during the previous levels, less the aloof entertainment of observing an inevitable result unfold and more the real eagerness of someone convinced the scenario was about to realign with his predictions.