The deathly silent Misty Sea suddenly erupted into towering waves, as if a tsunami had broken out.
The waves that tore through the air surged straight into the sky, rising a hundred meters high and frightening the spies of every faction watching the area into retreating again and again.
"Someone is casting a Forbidden Spell inside!"
Howell cried out.
Ever since the Church fleet had been wiped out, the Misty Sea had become a forbidden zone. Anyone daring to venture deep inside was either a fool or a ruthless desperado.
As far as he knew, not a single person who had entered the Misty Sea recently had come back alive.
Affected by this, the nearby sea routes had nearly been cut off. Even the fleets of great nobles had not dared to put out to sea lightly these days.
"It's not just one Forbidden Spell. Holy Domain experts are engaged in a chaotic battle!"
Having reached that conclusion, Howell could not help feeling a sense of anticipation.
The existence of the Ghost Ship had already seriously threatened the interests of the major coastal nobles. If this continued, without the support of maritime trade, every family would suffer grave losses.
If the noble lords could no longer make ends meet, how could lowly soldiers like them possibly have good days ahead?
The Misty Sea's natural cover had rendered human-wave tactics useless. With the Church's fate as a warning, no one dared send a fleet inside to throw away lives.
The common understanding now was that only several Holy Domain experts joining forces might be able to eliminate the Ghost Ship.
Accomplishing that was far too difficult.
There were only so many Holy Domain experts among humanity, and they belonged to different factions. How could they possibly unite?
Moreover, Holy Domain experts