Rampaging energy beams surged wildly through the World Beast's body, destroying its relatively fragile internal structure.
The World Beast's tentacles lashed against the Golden Mad King's surface before wrapping tightly around it, but they could only leave tiny marks and could not inflict any real damage.
Shen Feng controlled the Golden Mad King's head turrets, unleashing a frenzied barrage focused on bombarding the World Beast's neural transmission system.
After his previous experience of killing a World Beast with nuclear bombs and bombarding one from within using Energy-Gathering Cannons, he had realized that the true weakness of these thick-skinned World Beasts lay in their internal structure.
As long as he could destroy them from the inside, the results would be far better.
The Golden Mad King's four arms forced open the World Beast's body. Its head turrets sprayed energy beams while spinning madly, and the entire colossal war armor drilled straight inside.
Every one of those turrets was a mature Energy-Gathering Cannon. As a colossal war armor deployed only in the later stages of the war, the Golden Mad King's weapons were comparatively more advanced.
On Cordillera Island, under the gaze of more than a hundred thousand people, the Golden Mad King, standing upside down on the sea's surface, slowly sank beneath the waves before vanishing completely.
Only flashes rising from the seabed could be seen.
This sight made everyone's hearts leap into their throats again, worried for the Savior.
After all, though colossal war armor was powerful, the terror of the World Beasts was equally ingrained in people's hearts. In human history, it had not been colossal war armor that triumphed, but the World Beasts.
The seawater before them had long since turned green, and even more dark-green fluid surged up from the seabed beneath the battlefield like a fountain,