Heavy forces had gathered over the millions of square kilometers of sea in the Qianqiong Sea that Rus Wang had destroyed with Giant Waves Towering.
The warships Beiyan Prefecture had built over the past decade or so, along with the warships it already possessed, were not vessels that could only sail on the ocean. They were, in the literal sense, flying ships capable of roaming the Star Sea.
Since these flying ships could roam the Star Sea, their airtightness naturally also allowed them to travel along the seafloor of the Qianqiong Sea. Thanks to Rus Wang's attack, the seafloor conditions in the Qianqiong Sea were not complicated. It formed a semicircular seabed, with the deepest point at the center only 1,000 meters down.
But that did not mean Beiyan Prefecture's defensive pressure had plummeted.
Because just a few years ago, several fortress clusters on the far shore of the Qianqiong Sea—built after taking advantage of Rus Wang's wave of attacks to reclaim occupied territory—had been silently uprooted by the Ancient God Realm organization.
Even Chen Xiaoyue herself had not noticed. It was only when the transport fleet that regularly delivered supplies approached the shore and sensed something wrong that Rongyang City learned the place had already fallen.
And of the transport fleet that sent back this news, along with its escort fleet, only a handful of ships had escaped.
"So these are what you call your main force, the War Skiffs?"
Looking at the hundreds of flying ships in the sky above, blocking the sunlight from most of the coastal fortress, Zhou Weiqing was completely stunned.
He could even faintly sense the invisible power radiating from some of those flying ships, power capable of posing a lethal threat to him.
And from Chen Xiaoyue's explanation, this technology that allowed behemoths