But as the two worlds drew closer, their numbers swelled. They grew stronger, and their Divine Weapons became more potent.
Firearms were clearly losing their effectiveness.
They had all just witnessed the attack helicopter go down.
That was an attack helicopter.
Even on a proper battlefield, those things were considered heavy hitters. And yet, a group of "Aliens" had taken one down with ease.
A sight like that would unsettle anyone.
Half an hour later, at a border defense encampment, the only two surviving members of a patrol team managed to make it back.
"Attack helicopters are no longer a threat to them. Their Grandmaster Realm Martial Artists have made a move."
The surviving soldier looked utterly horrified.
He had watched with his own eyes as a heat-seeking missile from the helicopter suddenly lost its lock right before impact, veering off aimlessly and slamming into the ground.
