On one side were missiles flying into the sky; on the other, terrifying tidal waves blotting out the heavens. Humanity's technology and nature's power clashed as though their struggle had been condensed onto this tiny battlefield.
The golden lightning filling the heavens and earth greatly disrupted the missiles' internal components. This was the first time Su Ming had ever seen missiles struck by lightning and crashing midair after all his time in the business. Even Thor had never had such skill before.
Around forty short-range tactical missiles had been launched from the coastline. It was still unclear whether they carried Nuclear Warheads, but being burned up halfway before they could hit their targets was probably the weakness of high technology.
Most of the missiles perished halfway there. Only a small number struck King Ghidorah, yet the golden scales on its belly remained completely unscathed by the explosions. Its three heads even looked at one another, seemingly unable to understand what the humans were doing.
Having awakened from its seal, this was its first time seeing modern monkeys. No monkey had ever fired these little flying sticks at it before.
The spots it had been hit did not hurt at all. They merely felt a little itchy, which was rather amusing.
The humans, however, were in an entirely different situation. The storm King Ghidorah had unleashed to destroy the city instantly wiped out the temporary beachhead.
The missile launchers and the American Soldiers had no chance to retreat. They were swallowed by the boundless waves, and were obviously all dead.
Being struck head-on by an eighty-meter tsunami was much like being hit by a heavy truck. The result was the same: being smashed to pieces.
Explosions, chaos, madness, and countless other emotions surged from the front lines of the battlefield, and