For a moment, the sea was filled with the howling of cannon fire. Tens of thousands of vessels unleashed volleys of advanced weaponry towards the Death Sea, and the air itself seemed saturated with the power of destruction.
Meanwhile, in the waters of the Death Sea, countless skeletal behemoths, driven by the Guardian, swiftly swam toward the fleet. To the barrage of artillery flying through the sky, the Guardian paid no attention at all.
"Ants will always be ants. You've only faced trash before, and now you confront me with the same trashy tactics. You're truly courting death."
The Guardian sat atop the bones of a giant whale, whooshed up from the depths of the ocean surface, his long hair flying wildly. Suddenly, a tear seemed to be ripped open in mid-air by an invisible pair of hands.
Those incoming missiles and rockets, all kinds of firepower, fell into that rift... and disappeared!
"What!"
"How is this possible!"
