Eastern Li War Zone.
Central Court.
Above a large Mystic Array, a gigantic image over a hundred meters in diameter floated in the air above a vast Stone Hall.
The scene in the image was none other than Flying Sword Shark corpses covering the sea.
It was truly a shocking sight.
The thousand or so people in the Stone Hall—from the General Commander, the highest-ranking officer in the war zone, to the multitude of Mystic Adepts, down to several hundred warriors—watched in utter silence.
Several seconds passed.
Quiet murmurs began to rise.
"That's incredible!"
"The Warhawk Legion must have killed at least five hundred thousand Flying Sword Sharks!"
"Our war zone's Mystic Boat fleet has deployed so many times, yet even in its most successful battle, it only killed a little over a hundred thousand Flying Sword Sharks!"
"How can those be compared? There are at least tens of thousands of Warhawks. How many Mystic Boats does the war zone have?"
"Why can't they be compared? Not a single Warhawk pilot is a Mystic Adept. How many Mystic Adepts are aboard the Mystic Boats?"
The arguments grew louder and louder.
A Deputy General Commander could no longer stand it and softly rebuked them, "Quiet!"
The noise immediately vanished without a trace.
In the footage.
The dense War Hawk Fleet circled in the sky, then abruptly split into three masses of black cloud.
One flew toward the aircraft carrier fleet, another headed low over the sea, apparently intending to search for any remaining Sea Monsters, while the last flew toward the Heaven Leaf Lotus, charging aggressively at the Flying Sword Shark Swarm above the War Fortress.
Seeing that things had gone badly, the Sea Monsters that had climbed onto the aircraft carriers began to retreat rapidly.
Just over ten seconds later.