Zhan Liu gazed into the distance and saw the tsunami surging toward them, blotting out the sky and covering the earth. It pushed forward like a mountain, and after crashing into the shore, its base was blocked by the towering buildings, causing it to come crashing down as if the heavens themselves had collapsed.
The waves were often hundreds or even thousands of meters high. Once they toppled over from the coastline, the crests could crash straight into the suburbs, then continue along the roads toward the city center on the force of their momentum.
Even more outrageously, those hundreds-of-meters-high waves actually rose up again from the seawater that had already poured down, forming anew and surging straight toward the city.
This was clearly no natural disaster. Someone was controlling it from the shadows.
Zhan Liu floated in midair and focused his gaze. Within the waves, he could vaguely see a shadow darting back and forth. With a human torso and a fish tail, it was unmistakably one of the aquatic folk.
There was no need to ask. Namor had returned for revenge.
Earlier, when Zhan Liu had been drilling a tunnel underwater, Namor had struck him once. He had been in a bad mood at the time, so after emerging, he had retaliated by kicking Namor more than a hundred times.
Later, after thinking the matter through, he had gone to find Ancient One. As for Namor, he had long since forgotten about him.
But Namor had refused to take the road to Heaven and had instead come knocking at Hell's gate. He had actually led a large army back to seek revenge.
In the Marvel world, Namor was the sort of person nobody liked.
He was a Mutant, and the small wings behind his ankles were his mutant