The Divine Light Order disciples were fearless in the face of death. Despite witnessing the fragmented living tissues of their comrades raining downward into the waters below, they continued their advancement upward.0

Hanging upside down from the terrain, Charles held a barrel of explosives in his maw. He was waiting for an opportunity.0

Just as the intensity of explosions had reached its climax, he spread his wings and soared toward the crevice.0

At this point, the fleshy Shielder didn't have many tendrils left. 0

Most of them were blasted to mere stubs while its massive body was riddled with craters as sunlight shone through the open wounds. Three of the six insectile legs that supported its weight had been destroyed. Its overpowered healing capabilities were taking effect, but the rate of regeneration had evidently slowed down.0

However, most of the Divine Light Order disciples had sacrificed themselves for such a result. Only two airships remained, and they hovered perilously in the air.0

Sensing hope of reaching the surface, Charles flapped his bat wings and shot toward a gaping large hole in the Shielder's body.0

The moment he emerged through the other side of the fleshy passageway, a blinding light greeted...0