The Star Torch projection in the sky was releasing dazzling light, which once symbolized hope, but now, it represented nothing but despair. If there wasn't enough strength to resist the potential appearance of an Alien Race, then the Star Torch would be like Pandora's box.
A tremendous noise erupted upward, as missiles blazed with tail flames, streaking towards the outskirts of Wushan City.
They fell swiftly like meteors, launching attacks on the Lizardman Tribes, but before even hitting the ground.
Suddenly a massive shockwave was shot into the sky. With a buzzing sound, it spread out, and incredibly ignited more than ten missiles in the air. The flames reddened the sky like a beautiful yet tragic sunset cloud.
Qin Henghu's face shook, and his gaze quickly darkened. He knew if even missiles could be intercepted so easily, what difference would it make to launch nuclear weapons?