"Uncle."
Odor stepped out of the Space Rift. Watching Xuemya's body on the verge of bursting apart, he raised a hand and drew the magic out of her.
In less than a moment, once the magic inside her had been extracted, Xuemya immediately felt that crushing pressure vanish. She then began mobilizing the remaining magic in her body to repair herself.
"I'll take you to Velin first. Let that brat treat you."
As soon as he finished speaking, before Xuemya could say anything, Odor directly used Space Teleportation.
Several hundred meters away, Zeflin watched the two vanish. After silently offering a salute, she turned back to the Floating Fleet and began cleaning up the aftermath.
In this sudden attack, of the Third Floating Fleet's forty-five Floating Battleships, eleven had fallen, including seven kilometer-class Floating Battleships and four hundred-meter-class Floating Battleships. The losses could not be called anything but disastrous.
As for personnel, three Soul Intent Tier Transcendents had fallen, all killed by the enemy's collective self-detonation.
As for Transcendents below the Soul Intent Tier, casualties were estimated to exceed a thousand, reaching a quarter of the entire Floating Fleet's personnel.
Ten minutes later, everyone gathered on the deck of a kilometer-class Floating Battleship.
"Master Galia, the Third Floating Fleet will leave two-thirds of its ships here to clean up the aftermath. The remaining Floating Battleships will form a new fleet and follow me to the royal capital to report in."
"Very well."
"I will report to the supreme Commander myself. You need not worry about that."
"All right."
After the meeting ended, thirteen kilometer-class Floating Battleships from the Third Fleet broke away from formation, assumed a flight posture, and continued sailing toward the royal capital of the Okra Kingdom.
The remaining twenty-one Floating Battleships descended from the sky to the