On one side, the Mechas were invincible, delivering peak damage and slaughtering Mutant Beasts one after another while maximally preserving the integrity of their corpses.
No matter who it was, everyone could see that in this unseen war, Freedom Country was far ahead.
The sun set and rose, night gave way to day. Time passed, yet the battle continued.
Ames War God had only returned to sleep for six or seven hours before he resumed killing Mutant Beasts in the Fusang sea area, with all of Fusang's citizens cheering him on from behind. However, just when everyone thought Ames War God would continue his unstoppable path, a low rumble suddenly resounded from the depths of the Pacific Ocean.
The sound lasted for an extended period. Tens of kilometers away from Fusang, a massive whirlpool churned wildly as a hurricane howled, darkening the whole sky as if plunging it into night.
A mountainous shadow slowly emerged from the vortex.
