Ghidorah felt that it had probably made a mistake—a disastrously wrong one.
After that dead fatso had grown an entire size larger, he had actually become even stronger than before. Those massive claws slammed into Ghidorah's skull, making its head buzz.
Godzilla swung his enormous claws, seized Ghidorah's newly regrown left head, and smashed it fiercely against skyscrapers and the ground. The head trapped in his claws kept letting out miserable screams.
Against the even tougher and more resilient Godzilla, Ghidorah's other two heads exhausted every trick they had but still could not inflict any effective damage on him. Just as Godzilla's repeated blows to Ghidorah's head could not truly cause severe injuries either.
As the two fought, all the surrounding high-rises turned into ruins. Heavy black clouds and rolling thunder in the sky proclaimed the fury of these contenders for the title of King of the Monsters. Some people who had not managed to evacuate in time wailed and screamed. Before a battle of this level, they were not even as significant as insects and could only endure in silence.
In a battle of this level, human fighter jets had become completely useless. Their missiles and the technological weapons they were so proud of were like toys before these primitive yet powerful lifeforms.
Monarch personnel and military members could only watch helplessly as the two monsters continued slaughtering each other. The range of their battle was growing wider and wider, and the city serving as their battlefield was entering a countdown to death and destruction.
Both were exceptionally tough and resilient, especially the enhanced Godzilla, whose endurance and defense now matched Ghidorah's or even slightly surpassed it. But because neither had much control over their own power, the two giant beasts could only keep fighting in the most primitive