Of the Ancient Sword Sect's two flying warships, one had already been lost in the battle raging across the sky. Yet Soaring Heavens Palace had brought out five warships at once, four of them flying warships and only one somewhat inferior. Such a fleet was already enough to rival the combined strength of two major immortal sects.
Many of the warships on both sides were now belching thick black smoke. The War Moon Alliance's fleet had fallen behind; of its sixty or seventy warships, only a little over ten flying warships remained, nearly half of them damaged. The flying kite warships were faring little better.
When they saw the enemy warships charging in again, the War Moon Alliance's fleet commanders couldn't help groaning inwardly. Especially after witnessing the enemy's ferocious firepower, they had to conserve their Spirit Stones even in the midst of battle, rationing their attacks as much as possible.
Fortunately, the corpse vultures were still wearing down the sustained firepower of the spirit cannons. Otherwise, if these five warships entered the battlefield and unleashed their full firepower, the War Moon Alliance forces, already struggling to hold on, would be in danger of annihilation at any moment. Now, not only were many of their warships damaged, but today's battle had been far fiercer than any before it. Many had expended too many Spirit Stones and could no longer fire all their spirit cannons.
The fleet of the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm faced the same problem, though its situation was slightly better than the War Moon Alliance's.
If not for these corpse refiners from the Ghost Corpse Sect, this battle would truly have been hopeless. The Heavenly Silkworm Evil Venerable and the other Nascent Soul elders of the War Moon Alliance all thought the same as they watched the slaughter on