Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 889: Beasts Pets

From his hidden vantage point, Max was slightly taken aback. He narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the three Void Soul Tower members. ’They’re only at the seventh level of the Legend Rank, yet they dare to face a three-headed black dragon at its peak?’ he thought. ’They must have some hidden trump card or technique... otherwise, this is nothing short of suicide.’

While these thoughts ran through his mind, the three Void Soul Tower members had already closed the distance, stopping within ten feet of the pool’s edge. The atmosphere instantly shifted.

The massive three-headed black dragon raised all three of its heads in unison, its eyes burning with cold, predatory malice. The deep rumble of its throats echoed like rolling thunder as it opened its bloody maws, displaying rows of sharp, jet-black fangs dripping with venom. Each exhale released a dense cloud of poisonous gas that lingered ominously above the surface of the pool, twisting and writhing in the air like serpents.

The temperature around them plummeted, an icy chill spreading through the clearing as an invisible pressure descended over the area. The ground trembled faintly, and even the air felt heavier, as if warning all who dared approach that they were stepping into the domain of death itself.

But despite the terrifying presence of the three-headed black dragon and the icy chill filling the air, Nell and her two companions remained remarkably calm, showing no signs of fear or hesitation. Instead, their expressions were composed, almost confident, as if they had already prepared for this exact moment.

The yellow-faced young man was the first to act. With a sharp motion, he slapped the spirit beast bag hanging from his waist, and instantly, a blur of green light shot out, coiling and twisting as it soared into the air. In a matter of seconds, the shadow expanded dramatically, transforming into a giant python covered in emerald scales.

But this was no ordinary python—its head was shaped like that of a bird, with a sharp beak and keen predatory eyes, and sprouting from its back was a pair of fleshy green wings that flapped slowly but powerfully, keeping it suspended in the air.

”Falcon snake?” The name slipped from Arnold’s lips in surprise, his eyes widening slightly. Even Max, who had been silently observing from the shadows, narrowed his eyes in astonishment. None of them had expected the seemingly ordinary yellow-faced expert to possess such a rare and strange beast.

The falcon snake, though not on the same level as the three-headed black dragon, was still a formidable existence among monster beasts, its aerial mobility combined with its serpent-like ferocity making it an apex predator in its own right. Judging from its aura, this particular falcon snake had already reached the 8th level of the Legend Rank, a clear sign of its terrifying power.

Before anyone could recover from their surprise, the long-faced young man acted next. He reached to his waist and untied a black cloth bag, loosening the rope in one swift pull. A deep, rumbling sound immediately followed, like distant thunder rolling across a stormy sky. In the next moment, a flash of electric blue light burst out of the bag, and with a loud bang, the earth trembled beneath their feet.

From within the bag leapt a massive frog, its body easily ten feet long and thick with powerful muscle. Its skin glistened like polished sapphire, and its wide, uneven back constantly emitted arcs of blue lightning that crackled violently with each movement. Its bulbous blue eyes glowed faintly, locking onto the three-headed black dragon with primal aggression.

”Thunder frog?” Arnold said instantly, his sharp eyes recognizing the creature without hesitation.

The Thunder Frog was a rare and highly dangerous monster, one that was born with an innate affinity for lightning, making its offensive abilities brutally destructive. Its roar alone carried a sharp, electrical edge, and from the overwhelming energy pouring off it, this Thunder Frog was also at the 8th level of the Legend Rank—matching the falcon snake in sheer power.

Arnold and his companions exchanged stunned glances, their faces betraying surprise and caution. Possessing one beast of such strength was rare enough, but having two beasts of this caliber under command was extraordinary, especially for two seemingly minor members of the Void Soul Tower. Their eyes naturally shifted to the woman at the center of it all—Nell.

All three of them wondered what terrifying beast she might release, expecting something even greater to emerge from her storage. But to their surprise, Nell didn’t move to summon any beast at all. She simply stood there, her expression calm and unshaken, her slender fingers tightly gripping the handle of her red whip.

Her gaze was fixed firmly on the three-headed black dragon that continued to coil and uncoil in the pool, its three heads exhaling clouds of poison as it hissed in warning. The crimson whip in her hand glowed faintly as if responding to her restrained but powerful killing intent, and her silence was more unsettling than any beast she might have summoned.

Seeing this, Arnold and the other two subconsciously shifted their focus onto Nell, their expressions turning more cautious and curious. Everyone in the world knew that the true strength of the disciples from the Void Soul Tower was not solely their own combat power, but also the terrifying monster beasts they commanded. These beasts were often rare, dangerous, and practiced in sinister ways that made them even more deadly.

The yellow-faced young man had already summoned a falcon snake, a winged serpent of terrifying speed and agility, while the long-faced young man had revealed a thunder frog, a creature renowned for its destructive lightning abilities.

Both monsters were at the 8th level of Legend Rank, powerful enough to contend with high-level experts on their own. And yet, Nell herself was known to have a practice of the 7th level of Legend Rank—so how could she, a core disciple of the Void Soul Tower and their clear leader, not possess something even more terrifying?

Their minds immediately came to one conclusion: Nell must have an even stronger beast hidden away, one she had yet to summon because she intended to reveal it at a critical moment. By holding it back, she could create the element of surprise and turn the tide of battle in an instant.

Unfortunately, Arnold and his companions were unaware of one crucial truth—Nell’s most powerful monster, the Flame Feathered Serpent, had already been killed by the Human-Faced Spider King deep within Hidden Sound Valley. It had been an enormous loss to her strength and reputation, one she had not yet been able to recover from.

Nell, standing calmly with her red whip in hand, could see exactly what Arnold and the others were thinking as they stared at her. Their cautious glances were not subtle, and she knew they were anticipating something terrifying.

But instead of satisfaction, a sharp pang of bitterness twisted in her chest. Her heart sank slightly as her thoughts drifted to the handsome young man with the blue-colored sword—the one responsible for the loss of her Flame Feathered Serpent and soul nourishing herb. A cold light flashed in her eyes, and she silently swore in her heart, ’If I ever meet that man again, I will kill him with my own hands.’

”Junior Sister Nell?” the yellow-faced young man called out, his voice slightly urgent as he noticed her silence. The long-faced young man also looked at her nervously, as if afraid she had hesitated at the wrong time.

They had good reason for concern, because at that very moment, the enormous three-headed black dragon within the pool was beginning to stir. Its three massive heads slowly rose higher, spreading outward menacingly as poisonous mist coiled around its jaws. Its deep, guttural growl rumbled through the ground, sending chills down everyone’s spine. The beast was showing clear signs of aggression, ready to lunge out of the pool and strike at any moment.

Nell tightened her grip on the whip, her eyes sharpening, but she still remained silent for now, staring at the dragon with unshaken focus, as if waiting for the perfect moment to strike.