She looked up at the sky as Floating Battleships kept plunging toward the ground.
On the battlefield, the Third Floating Fleet had one High-tier Soul Intent Arcanist, two Intermediate Soul Intent Elemental Mages, and seven Low-tier Soul Intent Elemental Mages.
The Ice Legion, meanwhile, had only three Soul Intent Tier professionals, all of them Low-tier Soul Intent.
In addition to the two summoned Intermediate Soul Intent Ice Warriors, that made fifteen Soul Intent Tier Transcendents in total—only half the enemy's number.
If they were facing ordinary native Soul Intent Tier professionals, those fifteen would have been enough to hold off three times as many enemies.
However, the moment those thirty enemy Soul Intent Tier Transcendents came at them, they began burning their own lifespans and souls in exchange for greater power.
"Zeflin, you go too."
"Madam, then what about you?" Zeflin hesitated when she heard that. If the Floating Fleet was gone, it could still be rebuilt. But if Madam was gone, then everything would be over.
"I'm not some pushover. You don't need to worry."
Zeflin took a deep breath, said nothing more, turned, and left the deck of the Floating Battleship, flying toward the battlefield in the sky.
Watching another Floating Battleship fall, Xuemya felt awful inside.
This Floating Fleet counted as her husband's Direct Lineage force. She had never expected it to come crashing down one ship after another here.
And the Spellcasters aboard had also been recruited by him from other countries through every means available.
"All Floating Battleships except the flagship, retreat outward. Leave this airspace and await orders."
A light, clear voice sounded by their ears, and the remaining Floating Fleet began to slowly withdraw from the battlefield, retreating toward the nearby airspace.
After breaking free of the sealed space, the Elemental Furnaces started