And ten nautical miles away, at the edge of the international waters.
Three high-ranking clergy members of the church, dressed in priestly robes, stood aboard a massive black trident warship. They were doing everything they could to maintain a heavy water-screen barrier, providing divine power support to Yatelan ahead.
They had not even figured out what was happening.
One of the priests wiped the rainwater from his face and frowned at the sky. "Why does it feel like these raindrops... hurt a little when they hit my face?"
Before he could finish speaking.
Hiss!
An extremely faint sound of something slicing through the air rang beside his ear.
That was not sword energy.
It was thousands upon thousands of raindrops transformed into tiny sword rays, slicing across at a terrifying speed beyond the speed of sound!
There was no sound, nor any earth-shaking explosion.
The warship, more than two hundred meters long and made entirely from Deep-Sea Divine Wood, with dozens of layers of defensive barriers engraved across it, suddenly jolted to a halt in midair.
Immediately afterward.
From bow to stern, a perfectly straight, smooth cut suddenly appeared!
The warship's protective divine shield was as fragile as a sheet of white paper sliced open by a craft knife.
Along with the warship itself, the three high-ranking priests on deck were cleanly cut in half at the waist at the exact same moment!
Pfft!
The three priests' eyes widened. They did not even have time to scream before their upper bodies slid from the cut and fell into the freezing sea, where they were shredded into minced meat by the rain of water swords!
Rumble!
The two-hundred-meter-long warship split into pieces and sank to the seabed!
Ten nautical miles away, three priests had been instantly killed by one sword!
"Amazing!!!"