At this moment, anyone with eyes could see it.
There was no way they could deal with Ronawa.
Ronawa's abilities were simply too overpowered.
Relying on technological weapons alone, they had no chance of defeating Ronawa.
No matter how unwilling they were to accept it, they had to acknowledge one fact.
America, a hegemon on the world stage, was utterly helpless before a true hegemon—fragile at the first touch!
Once they realized that, the idea of retaliating against Ronawa with nuclear weapons vanished as well.
Nuclear weapons would be useless. Ronawa was already beyond what nuclear weapons could handle.
Furthermore, rather than how to retaliate against Ronova,
There was an even more pressing question before them.
That was how to avoid retaliation from Ronova in the first place.
Given the strength Ronova displayed, if she truly let loose and started killing,
Even an America of such vast size would be unable to stop her.
It would only be slaughtered to the last.
Yet, as ill luck would have it, America had now become the enemy of Ronova.
If Ronova really came to America,
How many of the people present would survive?
That question plunged everyone into silence.
Stepping on the fading glory of America's past—
Ronova establishing her might through a successful, commanding battle let everyone know just how formidable and terrifying she truly was.
The individuals and factions that had previously harbored designs on her all backed down.
After all, the bloody example was right before their eyes.
You had to have a death wish to mess with Ronova.
Did they really think Ronawa's sword was not sharp enough?
Thus, Ronawa naturally entered a leisurely period of peace.
The outside world was in chaos, while her days remained tranquil.
But whenever someone was enjoying peace and quiet, someone