Mist swirled around Pain as he flew.
An hour passed quickly.
At last, Pain reached the border of the United States.
"Warning! Flying object overhead, land immediately for inspection. This is the United States Third Patrol Fleet..."
Bang-
The loudspeaker issuing the warning suddenly exploded!
Pain paused at the border for a glance, then continued onward.
Despite being intercepted by numerous aircraft and ships, destroying them consumed only the power within his godhead.
He had yet to expend any of his own strength.
The military units on the ground watched him go.
Pain maintained a steady speed toward New York as though nothing had happened.
"Attack!"
With no other options, the military had failed to find another solution.
They could only use their agreed-upon war of attrition to exhaust Pain's power.
Then they would gradually wear him down until he died!
Under the watching eyes of the assembled units, Pain effortlessly crushed aircraft and tanks into heaps of scrap metal.
"It's not working, is it?"
"Can planes and tanks really hold him back?"
"No way. He crushed them that easily?"
"I don't believe it. How could power like that exist?"
"God! Please protect me!"
"..."
They watched Pain effortlessly destroy several aircraft and dozens of tanks.
None of the soldiers could remain calm.
They were human, not brainwashed Hydra agents.
Humans felt fear, especially when the aircraft were reduced to scrap before they could even touch Pain's clothes.
This level of combat was simply beyond anything ordinary people like them could participate in!
As a battle-hardened general and perennial scapegoat, Thaddeus Ross had seen plenty.
His expression was particularly grim as he analyzed and compared Pain's attacks.
The military's scientists delivered news that filled him with despair.
There had been virtually no significant fluctuation in the frequency or methods of