With a bang, Hannibal barely blocked the attack, but Zi Jing's punch still sent him flying.
Although fused divine power had increased Hannibal's strength nearly tenfold, Zi Jing, a Paragon, still held an absolute advantage in this battle.
"Hannibal, what do you think of my 'thanks'?" Zi Jing asked, watching Hannibal grow increasingly bedraggled as the corners of her lips slowly rose.
It had to be said that when one was feeling depressed, having a punching bag to vent on was indeed quite useful.
Especially when that punching bag happened to be one of the sources of one's frustration.
After giving Hannibal a round of "thanks," Zi Jing's mood had lightened considerably.
In contrast, Hannibal was not feeling nearly as wonderful.
I never expected becoming a Paragon to boost one's strength so dramatically.
No, it would be more accurate to say that fusing different types of Sovereign's Might brought too little enhancement...
Hannibal had already awakened from his fantasy of a massive increase in power and invincibility.
He now deeply realized once more that there was still a certain gap between himself and true peak Overgods like Zi Jing.
But I still have a chance. As long as one of my Divine Avatars becomes a Paragon, I can surpass everyone...
Of course, Hannibal's heart was still filled with ambition.
But what he needed to consider now was how to escape from Zi Jing's grasp.
Seeing that Zi Jing had clearly vented her frustrations, Hannibal forced a respectful expression onto his face. "Lady Zi Jing, I was merely joking with you earlier."
Though both were Overgods, Hannibal was now addressing Zi Jing as "Lady," as though he had been completely cowed by her strength.
Hearing Hannibal's words, Zi Jing raised an eyebrow. "You say that was a joke?"
"Then since it