Chapter 723: One-sided Massacre

"Damn it, our..."

Plas's words were cut short as a stray bolt of red lightning shot straight towards him. He swallowed the rest of his sentence and quickly erected a golden shield.

The lightning veered like a cannonball hitting angled armor, bypassing Plas and striking several zealous believers nearby, leaving them stiff and smoking, sprawled on the ground.

As the shield dissipated, Plas's expression darkened. He glared at the Ocean Crown's army flying brazenly and attacking in the sky, angrily demanding, "Where are our aerial forces!?"

A senior disciple scrambled over, his face filled with despair. "Bishop, our aerial forces were overwhelmed by the enemy, they couldn't even put up a fight!"