More than half a day passed.
The Giant Whale Fleet's dozens of volleys of primordial magnetism had failed to completely demolish Miaochong Prefecture City, but had plowed through and swept clean dozens of miles outside its walls.
The once muddy, treacherous Poison Swampland had been blasted into a pockmarked wasteland, exposing blackened hard earth and rock.
More than a dozen stretches of city wall had collapsed, and scorch marks were everywhere.
Most shocking of all were the dozens of breaches forcibly torn through the poison miasma barriers;
Along the edges of the enormous holes, dark green poison gas still churned, yet struggled to close the gaps.
On a tall tower outside the city, Hundred Poisons True Lord looked grim.
His divine sense could also cover more than two hundred miles, and he could see very clearly that his own losses in the exchange of fire had been far heavier than his opponent's!
Of the sixteen treasure ships that had left the city to support the battle, five low-grade magic treasure-class ships had suffered devastating damage and lay stranded in the mud, all but wrecked.
Another two or three had also taken damage.
Where the city walls had taken direct hits, defenders lay dead and wounded in heaps, severed limbs mingled with broken dharma artifacts and spirit artifacts;
Wails rose one after another, stirring panic in people's hearts.
That was to say nothing of the poison towers, traps, and gu insects he had painstakingly deployed, whole swaths of which had vanished beneath a sweep of those bizarre primordial magnetism light waves.
By contrast, although three treasure ships in Qing Chen's Giant Whale Fleet had lost their spiritual radiance and withdrawn from the battle line, and two others had damaged hulls billowing black smoke;
The main formation remained steady, and more than