Heavenly Tribulation thundered down, shattering space, breaking through protective shields, and fiercely battling with the warship's artillery.
Amidst the thunderclouds and lightning, the warship bobbed heavily, occasionally firing deafening shots that repelled the Heavenly Tribulation's lightning by a fraction.
After enduring for a long time, despite repeated bombardments, the artillery ultimately failed to stop it.
Crack!
The lightning, like a sharp sword, pierced the warship's protective shields, tearing apart the deck made from high-rank spirit composite metals, melting it into a pool of liquid metal that dripped down from the sky.
In the center of the warship, a Nascent Soul the size of a fist looked serious, its small hands waving as it continuously manipulated mana techniques to reinforce the warship, preventing further damage, and then casting one magic after another.