As the monsters leisurely stirred up massive waves and tsunamis, flooding their way to the West Coast, Beast King had already summoned his underlings and was rushing this way with all his might!
It was just that the journey was too far, and swimming in the sea truly could not compare to flying through the sky.
So by the time Rodan officially entered the battlefield in the Lighthouse hinterland, Godzilla had only just shaken off the seawater and slowly come ashore.
On the distant West Coast, by the time Beast King arrived, it was already too late.
The monsters that had arrived in a cluster had scattered in all directions, each beginning its own destructive invasion.
Near the coastline—at least, near the coastline where Beast King was—there was not a damn thing left.
"Damn it, I have to run like hell again!"
Godzilla sniffed the air for a while, identified the monster that was closer, sighed, and chased after it.
Life was hard; Beast King sighed.
Those clustered Experience Gift Packs before had been so great. Even if they came at him together, Beast King guaranteed he would refuse none of them.
After all, there were only two King of Monsters, and not many of them. No matter how many ordinary monsters there were, they were all just free kills to him.
Beast King really wanted to shout, "I want to fight ten!"
Unfortunately, reality would not allow it.
He still had to slowly make his way over.
Godzilla thought to himself that all the time he had invested along the way had truly been wasted on running.
"If I don't kill a few more little monsters, I definitely won't make my money back!"
"Four-Armed Satan is holding up pretty well, and Behemoth isn't bad either. Neither of them