Flames exploded, waves surged sky-high, and the water of half the river was blasted away, flying off.
White mist ascended high into the sky, transforming into clouds that poured down torrential rain once more.
In the Whale Oil Mechanic's team, each [Model 1473 Auxiliary Eye] was tightly locked on the figure at the center of the cannon fire—not just one figure.
Even the Fifth Order Pseudo-God, with a fusion of soul and flesh, could not withstand such a barrage of shrapnel shells head-on.
Lancelot's face changed dramatically as he used extraordinary swordsmanship to slash aside dozens of artillery shells from the side, preventing the trigger from being activated, allowing them to explode behind him, and making it impossible to keep up with this heavenly justice.
Yet, bodies with different faces but similar auras continued to emerge from his body, replacing him and being blown to pieces by the shells.
