3 Days Later.
On the 91st floor of the Immortal Dungeon, a long-drawn battle had come to an end.
Thud!
Ervalen Baslaark, the Hero of Life dropped to his knees and gasped. His figure was drenched in blue blood and every inch of his body was running out of strength.
At this moment, they had killed a ginormous creature that existed only in myths and even made the Elder Hydra look like a weak monster that couldn't even hold a candle to it.
After 15 hours of constant battle, they finally managed to kill the boss. But just like before… his face was full of helplessness and grimace.
"No! Uncle!
Please wake up!" shouted Myrienne, trying her best to heal the body of the fallen comrade with whatever world energy she had left in her body as she cradled a middle-aged high elf swordsman in her arms.
This was the remaining 5th stage saint of their party who fell in this battle after playing a vital role.
