"This is the great tide of the world! Had Heaven not died, the Otherworlders would probably have begun replacing the native powers as the leading players in the world!"
Jian Shang frowned as he surveyed the battlefield, watching the Otherworlders of North and South America unleash their might. He nodded in agreement with Han Xin's lament.
Even setting aside the American Otherworlders' prowess, the Great Huan Fleet's lineup was clearly a cut below its enemy's. There were obvious disparities at all three levels of military strength-high, middle, and low. This was the perfect illustration of strength in numbers through an alliance. The Great Huan Fleet was confident it could confront and defeat any single American power they had investigated, but the alliance of Otherworlders, the group most easily overlooked, had forged a military force far stronger than the Great Huan Fleet!
Han Xin considered for a moment, then asked Huan Emperor Jian Shang, "Barring an unforeseen development, this battle looks grim. Should we withdraw while we still can?"
Jian Shang turned to glance at Han Xin and replied evenly, "How can we speak of defeat in our very first battle to conquer North and South America?!"
"..." Han Xin's lips moved several times, but ultimately, he could say nothing.
Everyone understood the significance of this battle, including the enemy. Otherwise, why would the American Otherworlders have formed an alliance to intercept them here?!
But reality was cruel, and circumstances were stronger than men!
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Just then, a series of explosions rang out. To the left of Penglai Immortal Island, an Iron Colossus billowed thick smoke and blazed with fire, its enormous hull slowly listing and sinking.
Across the battlefield, endless armies of every kind poured from the Hawaiian Islands like a tide, charging toward the Great Huan Fleet.