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title: "Chapter 891: Deep Water Cage"
slug: "ch-897"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 897
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Originally, the combined strength of the three was only at the 7th level of the Legend Rank, not nearly enough to contend with a peak Legend Rank three-headed black dragon. But by joining forces, combining their sinister martial arts, and coordinating with the long-range suppression from the falcon snake and thunder frog, they managed to push back against the suffocating poisonous gas.

The dragon, for the first time, found itself gradually being suppressed, its massive body swaying under the relentless onslaught.

The excitement on Nell’s face was obvious, her red lips curling upward slightly as her eyes glimmered with ambition. Seeing the tide beginning to turn in their favor, she and her companions poured in even more power, their attacks growing fiercer, aiming to cripple or severely wound the dragon in the shortest time possible.

Their movements became sharper, their killing intent stronger, as they sought to end the fight before any interference arrived.

In the depths of her mind, however, one thought rang clear—Kyle. The name alone sent a wave of urgency through her. Kyle, the undisputed number one genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall, was rumored to have unmatched combat power even among peak Legend Rank experts. If he arrived now, all of their efforts would be meaningless, and whatever spoils they hoped to gain from the dragon would slip from their hands.

Nell gritted her teeth and barked for even more aggression. The pressure on the dragon doubled, the chaotic clash filling the sky with a terrifying storm of deathly energy, lightning, and poisonous mist.

For a brief moment, it seemed the impossible was happening—the mighty three-headed black dragon was actually being forced onto the defensive.

The yellow-faced young man’s eyes gleamed sharply as he shouted, his voice carrying confidence and urgency, "Junior Sister Nell, I will use the Deep Water Cage to trap this beast. Once it’s restrained, you and Senior Brother Ma attack it with everything you have—don’t hold back!"

"Good!" Nell responded without hesitation, her crimson whip trembling faintly in her grip as her killing intent surged. The long-faced young man, Senior Brother Ma, also gave a curt nod, both of them fully aware that the yellow-faced young man’s technique would take some time to prepare.

They immediately unleashed their top martial arts, their figures blurring as they pressed the attack on the three-headed black dragon, aiming to keep its attention fixed on them and prevent it from interfering with the spell formation.

The yellow-faced young man, meanwhile, retreated ten feet, planting his feet firmly on the ground as his expression turned solemn and focused. His hands came together in a rapid sequence of seals, his fingers weaving intricate patterns at breakneck speed.

mana erupted from his body like a tide, coiling around his hands before condensing into shimmering black streams of light. With every completed hand seal, a new ray of light burst into existence, and soon, twenty-four thick beams of black spiritual light hovered before him, each one radiating a cold, oppressive energy.

"Rise!" he roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield. The twenty-four rays of light shot into the sky, twisting and intertwining like serpents before fusing together high above the pool. In the blink of an eye, they transformed into a massive cage of pure mana, its thick black bars shimmering faintly as if they were forged from some ancient, indestructible metal.

The three-headed black dragon immediately sensed the threat. All three of its heads reared back, roaring furiously as toxic mists spewed from its mouths, its giant tail whipping violently like a colossal steel beam. With a single sweep, it smashed toward the forming cage, the sheer power behind the strike capable of leveling an entire fortress.

"Fall!" The yellow-faced young man’s eyes flashed coldly, his hands coming together in one final, decisive seal. A jet-black handprint appeared, blazing with light as it shot forward, sinking into the massive cage hovering above.

The black cage trembled and then expanded in an instant, its bars elongating and thickening as it fell like a mountain, slamming down over the three-headed black dragon with unstoppable force.

At the same time, the waters of the pool surged upward unnaturally, spinning like a great whirlpool as they merged with the spiritual cage, adding their weight and fluidity to its structure. In moments, the dragon was completely sealed from top to bottom, the cage locking tightly around its body as the lake’s water reinforced the bindings, restricting its movements with terrifying efficiency.

This was the Deep Water Prison, a pure water-attributed martial art designed to suppress physical strength and mana alike. By merging the technique with the natural lake water, the yellow-faced young man amplified its strength several times over, turning the surrounding environment into an ally. It was an ingenious use of terrain, demonstrating not only power but precision and forethought.

Hidden in the shadows, Max’s eyes flickered with surprise. ’So he’s not just relying on brute force... he’s a tactician too. To use the lake like that, to merge it with his martial technique... this guy’s methods are far more refined than I expected.’ He narrowed his gaze, realizing that this fight might not go the way he had initially anticipated.

"Although this method is powerful, I’m afraid it won’t be able to trap that three-headed black dragon for long," Blob’s calm yet grave voice echoed in Max’s mind.

Max’s eyes sharpened at those words. He took a closer look, and sure enough, it was exactly as Blob had said. The three-headed black dragon, though bound within the Deep Water Cage, was far from subdued. Its colossal body twisted and thrashed like a force of nature, every movement causing the spiritual cage to quake violently.

Its three heads slammed repeatedly into the glowing black bars, releasing guttural roars that reverberated like thunderclaps through the air. The ground beneath Max’s feet trembled faintly with each impact, showcasing the sheer terrifying strength of the beast.

The yellow-faced young man, sweat already beading on his forehead from maintaining the technique, shouted anxiously, "Junior Sister Nell, Senior Brother Ma! My Deep Water Cage won’t hold out for long, hurry and attack with everything you’ve got!" His voice cracked slightly under the pressure of restraining a beast far beyond what his cultivation level alone could normally manage.