"Whoosh~~"
Accompanied by the crisp sound of surfacing, Luo En emerged from the depths of the sea a hundred meters below, cradling Little Medusa in his arms and looked back at the previous scene of the sea battle.
Across the view, more than a dozen Minos Warships were cut in half, their fragmented wrecks emitting intense flames and thick smoke as they slowly sank;
The few dozen survivors from the Divine Blood Guard, piloting the surviving warships, were searching and rescuing their nearby comrades who had fallen into the water:
But whether ships or men, the scattered and somewhat pitiful number was only a third of what it had been before...
Similarly, the state of affairs on Crete Island was also a scene of devastation.
The coastal defenses constructed with so much effort, were like blocks torn apart by a naughty child, with several shocking gaps almost penetrating Crete Island from the outside in.