Above the sky, it was a one-sided slaughter.
The Okra Kingdom deployed thirty-seven Level 8 Professionals and three Ninth Rank Professionals, forty people in total.
The Fourth Floating Fleet, Fifth Floating Fleet, and Sixth Floating Fleet deployed ten Low-tier Soul Intent Transcendents, six Intermediate Soul Intent Transcendents, and two High-tier Soul Intent Transcendents.
They were at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, but held an overwhelming advantage in combat power.
In less than ten minutes, only twenty-one of the Okra Kingdom's thirty-seven Level 8 Professionals remained. All three Ninth Rank Professionals were wounded, their eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.
Walking out from underground, the fortress garrison commander showed no reaction as he looked at the battle in the sky.
To a man determined to die, none of it mattered anymore.
He drew the sword at his waist, tossed the scabbard aside, and flew straight into the air.
"I'll take this one."
An Intermediate Soul Intent Dragonman Warlock watched the fortress garrison commander fly toward him. After leaving those words behind, he charged straight at him.
The Intermediate Soul Intent Dragonman Warrior standing nearby said nothing. He tore apart the Level 8 Professional in his hands and continued searching for his next target.
As for the violet light that had flooded into the depths of his soul, he would examine it after the battle was over.
At an altitude of six thousand meters, powerful warriors from the Okra Kingdom kept falling.
In the airspace three thousand meters above, the sounds of Silver Wing Sky Fleet Floating Battleships breaking apart rang out without end. Countless crew members were utterly obliterated beneath magical attacks.
On the flagship of the Silver Wing Sky Fleet, Robus Okra, the Okra Kingdom's king and the man known as the Shield of the Sky, watched the one-sided battle.