Its total volume hadn't changed, but its shape had!
Outside.
Just 0.01 seconds before Sun Changhe's finger could press the detonation button.
The Judge missile, shining blindingly bright on the radar screen.
Vanished into thin air.
No explosion.
No flash of fire.
Even the deafening sonic boom came to an abrupt halt.
It was as if someone had taken an eraser to a drawing, gently wiping away all trace of its existence.
The wind still blew.
Han Feng, riding his Fusion Beast, remained suspended in midair.
But before him, there was nothing.
???
Inside the main control room, a deathly silence fell.
Sun Changhe's finger was frozen in midair, less than a centimeter from the red button.
He blinked, then blinked again.
Then he lunged at the large screen, his face practically pressed against it, his eyes looking like they were about to pop out.
"The... the missile?! Where is it?!"
"Where's my huge-ass missile?!"
