Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1492 An Elven Woman!

"98th floor…" Mathew Grimes whispered under his breath while gazing at the projection. His eyes gradually moved to Joe, remembering the earlier comments from Joe regarding the Violet Star Palace disciples who had made it to this floor yet couldn't advance beyond it.

The implication of those words pressed firmly on his thoughts.

Within the Divine Realm, Violet Star Palace wasn't just any ordinary power. It ranked among the mightiest of third-rate factions, boasting numerous gifted disciples trained by formidable elders.

Since even the prodigies raised by a group like that couldn't overcome the defender of the ninety-eighth floor, the challenge of this stage exceeded their earlier expectations by a wide margin.

"So he's reached the ninety-eighth floor," Joe remarked with a composed grin, giving a small nod as he observed the projection.

"As I said before, this is the level no disciple from my Violet Star Palace has ever successfully cleared."

Pride and gravity mixed in his tone. The pride stemmed from his sect having disciples capable of attaining such a daunting height, whereas the gravity arose from his clear knowledge of the opponent's immense might on that level.

"What sort of foe shows up on the ninety-eighth floor?" Victor Veron inquired right then. Curiosity filled his eyes as he kept viewing the projection.

He couldn't resist pondering what kind of fighter could halt even the top talents from a mighty third-rate power.

Joe stayed quiet briefly, as though dredging up memories from long ago.

Then his face grew grave.

"If memory serves, the foe is an elven woman," he stated deliberately. "Based on our past observations, her power is utterly fearsome. She's much more potent than the fighter on the ninety-seventh floor. If I'm right, she's probably a key member of the elf race in the Divine Realm."

"An elven woman?" Shock rippled visibly across the seven family heads.

Such a response was the last thing they anticipated.

The Combat Legion Tower was widely seen as a prized asset of the Black Dragon Clan. Thus, they figured the fighters inside would primarily be humans from the Divine Realm. The notion of a challenger from a different race emerging in the tower had never crossed their minds in earnest.

Although ties between the Human Race and the Elf Race weren't as antagonistic as those with the Demon Race, a profound distrust lingered between them. History was rife with clashes between the two peoples, and neither had ever fully dropped their defenses.

This made it hard for the family heads to grasp how an elven woman could access the Combat Legion Tower and implant a soul fragment inside.

Spotting their bewilderment, Joe offered a faint smile and elaborated.

"Keep in mind this Combat Legion Tower links to two others," he explained steadily. "All in all, three of these towers are dispersed throughout the Divine Realm."

"At first, my Violet Star Palace uncovered two of them. But later, one was handed over to your forebears following a bet between our forerunners."

He halted for a second before going on.

"So there's yet another Combat Legion Tower hidden somewhere in the expansive Divine Realm. This elven woman might have accessed it via that third tower, depositing her soul fragment there. And with all three combat towers linked, she ended up as the guardian for the 98th floor across every one of them."

The seven family heads paid close attention to Joe's words and gradually nodded, grasping the point. It clicked for them that the elven woman could have joined the Combat Legion Tower via the enigmatic third structure.

Indeed, having three interconnected towers allowed fighters from various parts of the Divine Realm to join the same challenge and contribute their soul fragments.

Yet the third Combat Legion Tower stayed an utter enigma. Over all these years, its whereabouts had eluded discovery. That lack of knowledge made it plausible that the elven woman originated from that concealed tower.

Should an elf have located the third tower and stepped inside, imprinting a soul fragment into the towers' system wouldn't be out of the question.

"And what of the final two foes on the ninety-ninth and one-hundredth floors?" Mathew Grimes questioned just then. His stare stayed locked on Joe as he asked.

The query swiftly captured the interest of the remaining family heads and elders too. It was only natural for them to wonder. With the ninety-eighth floor already housing a fighter strong enough to block Violet Star Palace's geniuses, the protectors of the last two levels had to be even more horrifying.

Joe replied with a resigned grin, raising his hands a bit.

"About that, I truly don't know," he confessed straightforwardly. "No one has ever set foot on the ninety-ninth or one-hundredth floor. As such, there's zero intel on whatever foe or sentinel might await there."

His look turned more contemplative while he kept talking.

"Still, if I had to speculate, they'd definitely surpass the elven woman on the ninety-eighth floor in strength."

Right then, the energy buildup in the ninety-eighth floor's arena at last settled. For a few breaths, the whole field had hung in silence while the Combat Legion Tower gradually formed the next guardian's shape.

In contrast to prior levels where fighters materialized swiftly, this one's assembly dragged on longer, like the tower required extra moments to mold the fragment.

Finally, the whirling glow dimmed.

A silhouette emerged in the arena's heart.

True to Joe's depiction, it was an elven woman. She exuded the refined allure famed among the elf race throughout the Divine Realm. Cascades of golden hair tumbled down her back like silvery moonlight, and her lithe form rose poised and elegant.

Through her hair's tresses, her sharp ears peeked out, and her features held a serene, noble allure that felt ethereal.

Light armor adorned her, forged from substances that gleamed subtly with spiritual force. Though it looked unburdening, the gear emanated a polished might that betrayed its exceptional quality.

She gripped a lengthy bow of venerable and grand design. Etched across its frame were elaborate runes that pulsed gently, as if harboring deep natural principles.

As soon as her form solidified in the arena, a mighty aura emanated from her.

The force dwarfed anything Max had encountered before. It went beyond just a peak Rebirth Realm fighter's presence. Her enveloping power held an ageless, limitless depth, suggesting the fragment embodied a supreme figure of her kind.

Beyond the tower, the elders and family heads at once noted the disparity.

"This has to be her," one family head murmured softly, eyes glued to the projection.

Within the tower, Max had waited steadily for his adversary to manifest.

But the instant her shape came into sharp focus, his frame went rigid.

Surprise flickered in his widening eyes, etching shock on his features. For the first time in the Combat Legion Tower, the steady poise he'd held through all fights vanished.