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

From beneath the feet of the shadowy figures, enormous pale hands burst forth from every surface, crafted wholly from ice with elongated, pointed fingers that terminated in claws glinting faintly and coldly in the chamber's subdued light.

Clusters of them rose swiftly from the floor, providing no chance for the shadowy figures to respond, grasping each one with a hold that was not only powerful but relentlessly complete, as the frozen claws clamped around arms, bodies, and dragged them down with irresistible might.

The dark silhouettes twisted in futile resistance against the bonds, yet the chill was already infiltrating on its own, seeping through their ethereal essence and transforming it gradually into a brittle, motionless state.

In mere instants, every figure halted completely, trapped within full icy casings that preserved their frantic poses and faces as immobile sculptures dotted sporadically over the chamber's ground.

The frozen grips constricted further. A sudden, piercing crack echoed—like multiple sturdy items breaking at once—and each iced statue burst from within, shattering into myriad ice shards that flew outward, clattered on the floor, and melted away before settling fully.

The room stood vacant now, with the frost withdrawing into Max as he ended the skill, the air's chill gradually warming to a bearable level once more.

'Hmm,' Max murmured, eyeing the spot where his foes had lingered just moments before. 'Even the basic form of Ice God Hand proves this lethal.' He paused there, truly intrigued by potential outcomes.

He pondered the effects of unleashing the technique's full might, not the limited display he'd shown, but its true, unbridled potential at maximum capacity.

This level of the combat tower hardly seemed suitable for such a test, though the curiosity lingered persistently in his thoughts.

He noted the insight mentally and allowed the environment to alter as the tower acknowledged his success and readied the subsequent level.

As he ascended, the skill's potency didn't wane; rather, the disparity between Ice God Hand's output and the tower constructs' endurance seemed to shrink per cleared floor, since even its entry-level use operated beyond the defenses of lower stages.

On the twenty-sixth floor, the shadows charged at him immediately upon forming, embodying the fourth tier of Rebirth Realm with velocities that posed real danger to any cultivator dependent on standard tactics.

Max eschewed standard tactics. The ice hands erupted prior to the figures covering half the gap, leading to the identical pattern of capture, solidification, and destruction as the prior level, all within a timeframe so brief it barely permitted the constructs to exhibit their intended abilities.

The twenty-seventh floor brought a fresh setup, positioning Max in a room where the shadows lined the edges instead of the middle, holding back and launching ranged assaults via condensed spiritual energy bolts that hurtled across with true speed.

This was a logical shift, shielding the constructs from the floor where ice hands struck most effectively. Max noted the change with faint curiosity and countered by broadening the technique's scope, extending Ice God Hand over a much larger area, so the emerging hands arose at the room's borders directly under the figures who'd placed themselves there to evade precisely that.

The level concluded as swiftly as its predecessor.

By the twenty-eighth floor, the constructs had advanced to the fifth Rebirth Realm stage, their combined aura's intensity upon appearance causing some external spectators at the screens to tense up automatically, sensing the energy's heft despite the mediated view.

These shadows moved with refined aggression mirroring their heightened cultivation, their strikes potent enough to trouble gravely any cultivator armed solely with personal realm power.

Max deployed Ice God Hand once more, and the figures were sealed and obliterated in the same mercilessly concise interval as all before, the chasm between their might and the devouring frost too vast for the tower's provisions to span.

The twenty-ninth floor passed identically, with figures marginally tougher, quicker, and more calculated, yet Ice God Hand rose from below and dispatched them with the unchanging, flawless precision shown since its initial employment by Max.

He encountered no difficulty. No adaptations needed. He wielded a method of such refined potency that the combat tower's initial levels couldn't anticipate, and they crumbled sequentially without demanding deep consideration from him.

Max crossed into the thirtieth floor, sensing the atmosphere shift more markedly than any prior change, the chamber's pressure bearing down with a thickness indicating the tower deemed its introductory trials complete.

'Hehe, things get exciting from here,' Joe remarked, his accompanying grin shifting from the aloof entertainment of observing an inevitable win to the eager expectation of a scenario finally matching his predictions.