C405 The Battle Axe Cruise Missile.

A beautiful small island with a beautiful picture. Occasionally, there were whales patting the surface of the sea with their tails.

One wave after another hit the rocks on the shore. One after another, seagulls flew in the blue sky. Looking from afar, the golden beach emitted a tranquil aura.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of an immortal mountain. The mountain was in the void.

However