The terrifying blaze exploded instantly, detonating all the missiles within a range of tens of meters. However, when the smoke cleared, Wang Ye remained unscathed.
"Now, I can easily handle missiles," Wang Ye looked at his Black Dragon right arm, feeling a surge of joy in his heart.
A month ago, he still needed to fully activate his Super Sensing to avoid injury against missiles. But now, relying on the power of Black Dragon's Grasp, he could confront missiles head-on with sheer force.
At this moment, the man in military uniform at the base, upon seeing the results of the first attack, was furious, yelling, "What, all the missiles have been destroyed? Why is that flying unit still hovering in the air?! What are you people doing, continue the attack! You have five minutes to bring it down!"
"Yes!" All the soldiers were sweating profusely from their foreheads. It wasn't that they didn't want to shoot down the flying unit; they simply couldn't find a way,
