Above Whitehoof Harbor, a dragon-finned whale over a hundred meters long swam through the air. The ripples of air it stirred made the place look like an underwater world.
In fact, this was Whitehoof Harbor's defensive formation. Once activated, the aquatic races within the harbor could swim rapidly through the air as if they were underwater.
That was why the scene at Whitehoof Harbor was so spectacular. Ten entire legions of aquatic soldiers either stood on the ground or floated high in the air, surrounding the central buildings. Sunlight shone down from above, and the watery air reflected shimmering waves of light.
Although the central buildings were engraved with countless spell formations, under such concentrated attacks and the bombardment of war weapons, their relatively fragile sections, such as the windows, had already been breached.
The central buildings had become exposed on all sides, allowing all kinds of aquatic races nearby to charge inside. Within the limited terrain, they engaged the Head Level beast races in chaotic battle. The result was obvious.
The aquatic races' disadvantage did not last long. Under their human-wave tactics, even with every member of the lord's group possessing Head Level strength, they could no longer hold out. They could only retreat downward floor by floor, and had now fallen back to the first basement level.
The stairs leading to the first basement were easy to seize, but when the aquatic races reached the corridor, the centaur race, armed with ample spiral arrows, taught them a lesson. Under the three-meter-long, all-metal spiral arrows, however many aquatic soldiers charged forward, that many were shot to pieces. Moreover, the solar flames attached to the arrows burned the slain aquatic soldiers to ashes on the spot.
At the temporary command post in Whitehoof Harbor's front district, the aquatic commander, Poneruo,