Because amidst an even more violent and ferocious bombardment than before, they once again saw the monster in their hearts—the black-haired Chinese Warrior!
Step by step, they watched him in the sky, as if walking on an invisible path only he could see.
Whether it was shells, standard missiles, or cruise missiles, all were blocked by black flames, unable to inflict any harm.
No resistance at all—could he truly neutralize so many missiles?
"Unbelievable... a monster!"
"Mom! I... I want to go home!"
"God! Have you sent your envoy to punish our Japan?"
The soldiers on the island had already been driven to madness by the sight before them.
This was the collapse of their psyche.
Their faith, their confidence—all shattered in an instant, just like the black-haired young man in the sky, each step he took was like a direct stomp on their hearts, breaking them utterly.
