"Captain!" Ant-Man hurried over to help.
Faora had yet to awaken the many superpowers unique to Kryptonians. More often than not, she relied on her physical abilities and experience to fight.
Without Super Vision, she could not see Ant-Man at all, and for a moment, his attacks left her scrambling.
Captain America hastily bandaged his wound, picked up his shield, and charged in again.
His resolve remained firm, and his body had not yet reached the point where he could no longer fight. Still, something about this situation was strange.
There was really little meaning to this battle, especially when the few of them carried the enormous mission of saving the universe. He could not stand by and watch an old woman and a female reporter die before his eyes, but he had no intention of fighting to the death for them either.
What kind of spirit was it to cross an incomprehensibly vast distance to come to this world and help American civilians escape the ravages of aliens? Captain America had no plans to die in this world. He hurriedly contacted Stark, hoping his old teammate could come support him.
If their battle still remained within a relatively normal range, then the battle between the Hulk and the alien leader could only be described as explosive.
The Hulk now had enough rationality to control his body. Doctor Banner's intelligence and Hulk's combat instincts had merged together, turning the Hulk into a battle machine in every sense of the word.
He tore the mailbox from in front of the Kent Farm house and used it as a hammer, then ripped the door off a pickup truck Superman's pop had left behind and used it as an axe. Wielding them in both hands, he swung them in a savage barrage.
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