Bruce's eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at the towering monster before him. Could that be Aisha?!
What on earth had her father done?!!
Bruce was almost impressed that he could still let his mind wander at a time like this. Yet in the few seconds he had been distracted, the yellow monster had already bitten through two suits of armor, crunching the Iron Man parts like brittle candy.
Bruce let out a breath of relief. Thank goodness Aisha was here. Otherwise, there was no way he could have beaten any of these armored suits. From the looks of it, Stark had definitely decided to kill them.
But he soon witnessed Stark's true scale of force.
Just as the yellow monster bit down on two armored suits, another one charged toward them with red light blazing in its eyes, clearly intending to launch a suicide attack.
The yellow monster flapped its wings and carried Bruce back into the sky, avoiding the explosion. But when Bruce looked back, he saw countless black dots rising along the horizon.
Wait... the horizon?
Bruce stared in shock at the utterly flat horizon. Clutching the yellow monster's claw, he struggled to twist himself around 180 degrees and looked toward the horizon behind them. Then he went completely blank.
Where was San Francisco? Where was the Golden Gate Bridge???
They were now in a completely flat place, or rather, something more like a relatively level Nature Reserve. In any case, there was no city here. It looked nothing like the outskirts of San Francisco.
Where were they?
Seeing another version of himself earlier had made Bruce suspect that spacetime inside that mysterious space in the fog might have been distorted. Now he was completely certain. After leaving the fog, they had been transferred somewhere else,