Compared to the Great Zhou fleet, which possessed ample intelligence and had fought calmly from start to finish, the situation before him had clearly exceeded Hans's expectations.
At this moment, even his expression became as changeable as the weather.
The Barton Empire had gone through three generations of emperors before producing a single Saint Realm Mage, and that mage was also a God Chosen. Who would have thought the opposing side had one too?
From that exchange of attacks just now, Hans could tell that in terms of power, Jabbar's Giant Wave Assault was probably a cut above.
But what was the deal with that True Word Master on the other side? Wasn't his attack frequency a little too high?
Those giant waves seemed almost as if the enemy were casually waving them into existence!
Though Jabbar's Giant Wave Assault was powerful, it could not withstand the enemy's continuous onslaught of giant waves.
Under the high-frequency impacts, the scale and power of Jabbar's Giant Wave Assault kept declining. Vaguely, it had even begun showing signs of collapsing.
Jabbar's face turned as dark as water when he noticed this.
He had not made a move in many years. Though his years of secluded cultivation had not brought him a breakthrough, he believed that compared with his younger days, his strength had still improved and he had grown even stronger.
Who could have expected that his first battle after emerging from seclusion would pit him against such a tough opponent, one whose methods even he could not quite figure out?
With no time to think further, Jabbar chanted a True Word and, without another word, fired off another Giant Wave Assault!
Can't you fight? Then let me see you fight this one.
The two True Word Masters were battling across the distance.