BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM!!!
A maelstrom of attacks converged upon the five Martial Sages of the defensive convoy who gritted their teeth, pushing themselves to the limits as they gritted their teeth as they struggled to withstand the onslaught that the tekvores unleashed upon them.
An army of tekvores had emerged out of nowhere, threatening to crush them where they stood, and unleashing an astronomical barrage of aquatic sonic blasts.
More shockingly, the endless barrages that the sonic blasts seemed to all superimpose constructively, creating a summed wave of force that struck the Martial Artists and the submarine that housed one of their most important VIPs. Waterweaver could sense that each individual tekvore was not that powerful, but somehow, whatever was controlling them had mastered constructive power superimposition.
