General Ross, the Red Hulk, burst out from the building that had buried him in a violent fury. With one hand, he tore free a massive pillar supporting the White House, crushed the ground beneath his feet, leaped behind Kaecilius, and swung the pillar in a sweeping arc, whipping up a tremendous gale as it hurtled toward him.
"Annoying bastard." Kaecilius sneered impatiently. With a movement of both hands, the building beneath his feet moved on its own, swiftly carrying him onto the rooftop beside it.
The surrounding White House structures and the garden lawns began to roll and overturn in an instant, like a divine dragon turning over beneath the earth.
General Ross, the Red Hulk, swung the massive pillar through empty air, sending a head-on hurricane toward He-El and brushing his black hair back into a slicked-back style.
General Ross, the Red Hulk, landed heavily on the floor of the Oval Office. His massive three-meter-tall red body darkened as he looked up at He-El and respectfully said, "Mr. President, please stand back a little."
The power in his body told him that he could destroy heaven and earth, that he could even disregard the president before him and slap this weak man to death.
But he still retained his reason. Having spent many years immersed in the military and politics, General Ross clearly understood who had granted him this power—and that person was also Earth's uncrowned king.
Whether it was power, his family behind him, He-El's position, or the authority He-El wielded, none of it gave General Ross the slightest thought of defiance.
Only a fool would believe that strength was the only thing that mattered.
General Ross was clearly no fool. Even after gaining this power and enduring the agony of his muscles tearing apart, he had