Sever It

Colin closed his eyes, and vague images surfaced in his mind.

Outside the main silver-white Temple structure atop the massive mountain-like building, countless Thorns of Suffering appeared. They blocked nearly all of the impacts.

Only some of the other buildings atop the mountain were truly struck, and overall, the damage was not particularly severe.

"Probably only high-yield weapons can achieve any noticeable effect."

Colin pondered this, but unfortunately, the only way they could produce weapons at that level was by crashing a Floating Island of Level Two or above.

The price to pay would be far too great.

It was not an option unless absolutely necessary.

As for the others, although their principles had largely been deciphered with the support of various technical methods, there was still little confidence in their actual combat performance.

So they would not be used unless absolutely necessary either.

However, although these bombings seemed ineffective, Colin still gave the order to intensify the assault and have more artillery fire rain down upon the Temple.

Doing so could effectively divert the attention of the old man within the Holy King Hall.

They could not let the other party's progress fail now and cause the Mother Goddess to descend directly.

But interfering with him and slowing his progress down a little was still possible.

Then, Colin glanced at the Thorn Cocoon enclosing the Little Girl. At some unknown point, a thin layer of blood-red mist had begun drifting around it.

Even Colin could not see through the thing to determine what was happening inside.

Retracting his gaze, Colin took out a chair and placed it within the hall filled with tree roots. He then sat down and looked toward the Fourth Face not far away.

"Is she..."

Colin crossed his right leg over the other. "Is she