The ruins were vast, filled with the remains of civilizations.
Over the days that followed, the fleet encountered several more dangers while crossing the ruins, and several major battles erupted. During the second battle, they finally suffered losses.
Two warships were completely wrecked.
Half their crews were killed or wounded, and the survivors were transferred to other warships.
After that.
Battles came one after another.
Every so often, a ship would sustain damage or even be destroyed.
By the time the fleet finally left the ruins, ten of its original thirty-two warships had been completely wrecked, and five more had been damaged.
Including the five damaged ships, twenty-two vessels could still move.
Good grief.
That was a hefty loss rate. Only seventeen were still intact.
Those major battles.
They also gave Jiang Qiao a much more concrete understanding of the Nether Sea's dangers.
There really were a lot of evil spirits.
And they really were terrifying.
Some high-end evil spirits never seen outside.
They were everywhere here.
That made the battles exceptionally fierce, with both rules and formations brought into play. The crews even brought out powerful supernatural items and unleashed terrifying attacks on the evil spirits.
For instance, that group of flintlock gunmen blew apart an evil spirit that had just entered the divinity staircase with a single volley.
The fleet had been fighting other sea monsters at the time.
This evil spirit had no sense of fair play.
It had tried to launch a sneak attack.
Not only had it failed, but it had been killed on the spot instead.
Those flintlock guns were no ordinary weapons.
Jiang Qiao had personally seen one kill a Ninth Rank monster with a single shot. Now, with over a hundred guns firing together, even an evil spirit that had set foot