Because of the pursuit by the Great Zhou fleet earlier, Jabbar had been escorted by the guards, fleeing for his life amid constant jolting, and had hardly had any time to absorb Natural Energy.
By the time his situation had stabilized, the Natural Energy in the area had already been drained dry by Bolevin.
Of course, even so, by seizing every scattered opportunity, the mana within Jabbar had recovered to a little over twenty percent. However, when faced with the Great Zhou warships coming to salvage him, he chose not to resist.
Because in his view, the act itself had already lost all meaning.
With their Barton fleet utterly defeated, what meaning would there be in launching another Giant Wave Assault to destroy one or two enemy ships?
After that, could he somehow escape back to the North Sea aboard a single Assault Ship?
And even if he really could make it back to the North Sea, what could he do afterward?
The Barton Empire still had ships, of course, but all of its core combat strength had already been committed to the battle before them.
This battle before him was his final resistance.
If they won and successfully captured the enemy's Steam Warships, that would mean they still had a chance.
Conversely, if they lost, it meant that the Barton Empire's grand momentum had run its course.
Who on Barton's side could understand this more clearly than he did?
Under these circumstances, Jabbar was not particularly worried about his safety after falling into the enemy fleet's hands.
He was, after all, a Saint Realm Mage.
Back on the sea, when he had fought the enemy's Saint Realm Mage, the other party could never have closed in so quickly and effortlessly amid the raging waves without the speed boost from