Nobody had ever thought that in the Pacific Ocean, the nuclear hegemon that had rampaged for a full two days would suddenly lose control within seconds, entangled by eight serpentine necks.
Flashes of fire and lightning flickered simultaneously.
Venom corroded the cosmic tal shell bit by bit.
Inside the cockpit, the As War God died in combat, his shriveled corpse covered in blood.
In the live broadcast room, the signal was interrupted once more as helicopters plunged one after another into the Pacific Ocean.
"I told you, this is Lord Orochi! Lord Orochi is unstoppable! It’s over, everything is over!"
So Martial Artists from Fusang were the first to break down, proclaiming on major platforms how terrifying Orochi was and that to survive, sacrifices of young girls had to be made to the great one.
"Are they crazy? What kind of society is this? Fusang is really regressing. But how did the As War God just die out of the blue? Wasn’t it full of vigor just after that leap? I almost thought Orochi’s head was about to be chopped off."
"Fusang, haven’t they always been like this? Bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Just a few minutes ago, I saw them boasting on platforms about how powerful the As War God was. They praised Freedom Country’s mighty national power and the unrivaled might of the cha nuclear hegemon. They claid Jiang Tian was nothing special, just smoke and mirrors. They even suggested the live broadcast content might be fake, fabricated by our Xia Country, as if anyone could survive in space."
"Laughable. Now that the As War God is dead, they’ve imdiately changed their tune. But the As War God was really too useless, wasn’t it? It felt like Orochi just roared a few tis, and that was it."
"This reveals a significant problem with chas: while a cha’s strength is undoubtedly related to the cha itself, the pilot is more important. Once the pilot is dead, even the strongest cha becos re scrap tal. From this perspective, chas are inferior to Martial Artists. They are external aids, much like firearms for ordinary people; it’s the firearms that are powerful, not the individuals wielding them."
"Exactly. chas and firearms are external aids that only offer an advantage against opponents of a similar level. However, if there’s a huge disparity—such as ordinary people with firearms facing a Hua Jing Master—they wouldn’t even know how they died. Although the As War God is powerful, the Sixth Rank Mutant Beasts it previously encountered were likely among the weaker ones. The might of this Orochi far exceeded the As War God’s comprehension, so it was easily crushed."
In the Martial Artist Union, Martial Artists from Xia Country eagerly voiced their opinions.
The live broadcast rooms in Xia Country were split into two: one continuously broadcast Jiang Shu’s cosmic cultivation, while the other showed the battle with Orochi in the sea.
At that mont, missiles launched from Fusang’s borders at extre speed, streaking across the sky, setting everything ablaze as they struck Orochi directly.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Mushroom clouds erupted over the Pacific Ocean.
Fusang’s military strength, though less than Xia Country’s and Freedom Country’s, still ranked it among the world’s powerful nations.
With the ergence of the Heaven and Earth Secret Realm, they had also acquired manufacturing techniques for higher-level thermal weapons from Cosmic Relics, further advancing their missile developnt capabilities.
Aside from lacking the most fearso nuclear weapons, they were not inferior to other nations in other aspects.
On television, the Pri Minister of Fusang addressed the nation, reassuring the public.
"This is not so Orochi at all! Orochi is just a myth, a legend! This is rely an ordinary Sixth Rank Mutant Beast! And Mutant Beasts, being made of flesh and blood, will also disintegrate into ash under our missiles! Everyone, please believe us! Do not panic!"
On the streets of Fusang, large screens everywhere displayed the battle in the Pacific.
Amidst the lightning and fire, half of a serpentine head was blown off, and agonizing screams echoed across the Pacific.
Everything seed to be heading in the right direction.
The people on the streets cried tears of joy, hugging each other. The thunderous explosions on the screens gave them an indescribable sense of security.
Dozens more missiles were launched in a coordinated volley.
Fighter jets were also poised, ready to carry out the final cleanup operations.
"Fusang, for all their ’good little days,’ certainly possesses strong capabilities. Their resources run deep. One missile costs hundreds of millions, and they’ve launched tens of billions worth in just a few minutes."
"With Freedom Country’s backing, how could they not be strong? Fusang is just a huge thorn they’ve planted near our Xia Country. Besides, Fusang’s own military strength isn’t bad. Even if it were lacking, Freedom Country would relax conditions, allowing them to purchase these missiles."
"It’s just a pity Orochi appeared so far away. If it had erged right in Fusang, they would have suffered severe losses, even with missile strikes. Now, it’s rely a monetary loss for them, while their gains are much greater."
"Ugh, I don’t want to watch this anymore. Let’s go watch Jiang Tian’s cosmic cultivation instead. This Orochi is all show and no go. I thought it would be an invincible start after instantly killing the nuclear hegemon. Turns out, it peaked right at the beginning."
"Exactly! What a waste of its size. Fusang wasn’t affected at all. I’m out of here."
In the forums, many netizens from Xia Country began switching back to Jiang Shu’s live broadcast room. Although the final outco wasn’t yet clear, they had distinctly seen the hundred-ter-tall Orochi rendered utterly powerless under the missile barrage.
Chunks of gigantic flesh were sent flying, with various venoms and blood spurting out.
More than half of its eight heads and eight tails had been blasted away.
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