Chapter 132 – If you don't hand over control of Superman X to me right now, we're all going to die~
A dull thud rang out. Before The Judicator's fist even reached Superman X, feedback slammed back at him, as though he'd punched an indestructible steel plate. The recoil snapped his wrist at a ninety-degree angle.
Frowning, The Judicator glanced down at his mangled hand, then at Superman X, who was flying backward. He couldn't tell whether the punch had landed at all.
Ancient One saw it all clearly, heart tightening, eyes narrowing. "An instinctive body-level defense?"
She'd watched as The Judicator's fist stopped a palm's breadth from Superman X's body, blocked by an invisible Barrier. Superman X's backward flight stayed perfectly steady.
It was impossible to say whether he'd been punched away or had simply chosen to retreat.
She pushed the brief confusion aside, releasing it the moment her attention shifted to The Living Tribunal. Relief washed through her; she inhaled deeply and let out a long, calming breath.
Before Superman X, the threat of the Celestials could be ignored entirely. Right now they were nothing more than the "background crowd" the internet liked to joke about. The real combat power was The Living Tribunal!
Ancient One felt hopeful about that.
...It felt like being trapped in a tiny dark room, the only light shining down and projecting whatever Superman Xwas looking at.
Selina and Belikas's quarrelling surged in like a tide from every direction. Zhou Mo sighed in exhaustion. "Fight if you must, but could you please hand me control of Superman X first?"
"If this keeps up, we're going to die, you know."
As he spoke, Zhou Mo glanced at The Judicator. A fraction of a second earlier—barely a few hundredths—he'd briefly gained control of Superman X and given the order: protect yourself.
With Superman X's own strength, that single instant could have wiped out the entire Celestials and The Living Tribunal together. But the command had just been issued when Selina and Belikas's bickering interrupted, leaving Superman X to erect only a simple defensive Barrier.
Still, Zhou Mo knew that even a casual Barrier from Superman X was something no one else could ever break; his personal safety wasn't in danger for now.
Zhou Mo turned his head, eyebrows raised in exasperation. "How long do you two plan to keep arguing?"
As if struck by a thought, his tone flipped to excitement. "But, great masters! Tell me—someone who can fly and eats a ton—am I not the true God of Food?!"
"..."
"...?"
Superman X quickly stabilized his backward flight, turned in mid-air without visible effort, and gazed calmly toward them—yet remained unable to move.
Stark watched, still rattled, the hairs on his body only now standing on end as cold sweat soaked his back.
He'd been ready to shield Zhou Mo, but when The Judicator attacked he'd discovered—to his horror—that he couldn't react at all. The colossal figure moved like lightning; his naked eye couldn't track it, and even Fridayhad no time to respond. The Judicator had practically appeared from nowhere!
The Judicator's vast form loomed beside him. No matter how high Stark craned his neck he couldn't see the being's full stature, yet he still shouted, "You have no right to do this!"
In answer, The Judicator lowered his eyes. One glance and Stark felt himself plunged into an icy abyss, as if a thousand needles of frost pierced his body. He went cold, couldn't breathe, his very soul shuddering.
He's going to kill me?!
It all ended the instant The Living Tribunal spoke in a calm voice: "Enough. Return to the Universe where you belong."
At those words—an unmistakable command—the host of Celestials dared not resist; they lowered their heads and prepared to depart.
Only this Universe's Judicator shifted his gaze from Starkto The Living Tribunal, resentment flickering in his eyes, yet he remained silent before the vast difference in status.
Immediately, The Executor below thundered like sudden lightning, voicing what The Judicator could not: "So we just let it go?!"
The Living Tribunal looked down. Under that gaze The Executor still showed no fear; his fury burned hotter. He hadn't been killed by Superman X like his companions.
He'd been turned into a pig first—then slaughtered!
And a plump, pink little pig at that!!!
The humiliation was unbearable; even if every related memory were erased, The Executor could not accept it.
In the silent stare, The Living Tribunal seemed to read that rage. His voice stayed calm but gentler. "What more do you want?"
With a lunge, The Executor drove a hand toward Superman X and snarled through clenched teeth, "I'll devour his corpse for power—and as the spoils I deserve."
Stark's face went ashen; he looked down in shock.
Eat Superman X? Dude, what are you, a savage? Blinking, Stark recalled the pregnant Celestial who'd planned to destroy Earth for energy.
Yeah, compared with your unique way of recharging, this is more about venting your anger, isn't it?!
The Living Tribunal simply said, "Very well," and in the next instant both he and Superman X vanished.
"Huh?!" Stark's heart lurched. "Friday, find them!"
Catching sight of the Celestials already rising toward the sky, he added, "Focus on Outer Space!"
In the blink of an eye, as the Celestials reached Outer Space, Friday locked onto her target.
"Boom!" In a single glance, Stark saw Superman X's body smash through a Planet! In another corner of Outer Space, The Living Tribunal was mid-punch—clearly the one who'd thrown it.
Stark stood dumbstruck, too stunned for words.
When he realized the Planet had been shattered by Zhou Mo only moments earlier, the shock snapped him back: "The Living Tribunal even put that back together?"
Before he could marvel at The Living Tribunal's power, Stark shot forward. "I believe there's a better answer than erasure!"
The instant Stark moved, The Living Tribunal—still holding his punch—blinked in front of Superman X. The moment he appeared, his already-extended fist finished gathering force and slammed toward Superman X's face again.
The punch landed, and Superman X's downward plunge accelerated, pulverizing several more Planets along the way.
After a second of alarm, Stark exhaled slightly; he saw an invisible shield bloom around Superman X. Whether from The Living Tribunal's blow or the planetary impacts, the damage was being kept at bay.
"That buys a lot of time—should be enough!" Eyes hardening, Stark flew at full throttle.
"Since The Living Tribunal knows me, maybe I can use that connection. He probably doesn't know Zhou Mo has a girlfriend he loves."
Just as hope flared, a wall of pitch-black appeared in front of him, radiating biting cold—anything but friendly.
A single Celestial stood mountain-tall; several lined up shoulder-to-shoulder, their bodies forming an iron rampart.
Forced to halt, Stark felt dread. He looked up. "You..."
"You may not pass," the Celestials boomed without moving.
Stark glanced instinctively at Superman X, blasted halfway across the Universe by The Living Tribunal, a wake of broken worlds behind him.
Nothing more needed saying. Clenching his teeth, Starkrocketed straight up. When level with the Celestials' waists, a small device on his armor opened silently.
One after another, duplicates streamed out and charged. The Celestials swiped; every hand found only empty air.
Flying beneath one Celestial, Stark grinned in triumph. "True clones? No. But tech good enough to fool them? Easy."
Just like that, he slipped past the line of Celestials. Sensing he was gone, they froze in unison.
"Ugh!"
A heartbeat later, pain wiped the smile from Stark's face; he spat a mouthful of blood.
The Executor turned slowly, voice cold in the void: "I didn't want to hurt you, yet you insisted."
His body had been held together only by nanotech; the sudden strike shattered even that. Agony nearly knocked him unconscious.
He felt every broken bone turn to powder, then the sickening sensation of free-fall.
Falling face-up, he caught sight of Superman Xplummeting just as fast.
Looks like I'm dying... The thought had barely surfaced when his descent stopped. Darkness filled his vision as The Executor raised a foot over him.
A vicious grin—one Stark had never seen—crossed The Executor's face. "Relax. In a moment The Living Tribunalwill fix everything."
"You shouldn't have helped Zhou Mo."
With that, The Executor stamped down.
In vengeance, he meant to crush Stark to death.
But The Judicator blocked the blow. "Even if he'll revive, you can't do this. He is this Universe's Stark."
Stark, clinging to the last thread of consciousness, watched The Executor withdraw his foot—though the words made no sense to him.
Scowling, The Executor spun toward Earth. "Then I'll kill her!"
Gwen was still trapped—yes, and that sorceress girl! Both were Zhou Mo's lovers; they could share his wrath.
Anticipation made The Executor's breath ragged. Once, cosmic balance would have forbidden this, but The Living Tribunal was here now.
After erasing Zhou Mo, everything would be restored. The dead would rise, memories wiped—what was there to fear?
He would drag Gwen and Wanda before Zhou Mo and kill them—pure spite.
The Judicator knew, yet did nothing, only watching Stark.
Near death, Stark's thoughts blurred: "Spider-Man..."
He could barely roll his eyes. "Only you can stop this..."
He looked toward Superman X just as a crack split the invisible shield—The Living Tribunal's fist had fractured it.
"..."
"Looks like we're both going to die..." Stark gave a bitter smile, heart sinking into silence.
"But you, it seems, can't be brought back."
..."Hiss!"
When the Barrier cracked, Zhou Mo gasped, finally dropping the jokes with Selina about how tasty Dormammu was. "You all saw it—if I don't get control of Superman X, we're all dead.~"
Chapter 133 – Superman X Back in Action: I'm Gonna Kill You All!
In truth, The Living Tribunal found it bizarre; dozens of punches had erupted from him, each carrying enough terrifying energy to obliterate every Universe countless times over.
Yet every single fist had been blocked by the defensive Barrier coating Superman X's body—something The Living Tribunal considered virtually impossible.
In other words, whether it was those dozens of punches or the impact of Superman X smashing through countless Planets, not the slightest damage had been dealt to him; it had all been intercepted by the Barrier.
Fortunately, after the accumulation of those dozens of strikes, the Barrier finally neared its limit. With another punch from The Living Tribunal, the crack visibly widened, gleaming under the refracted light.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Several more punches landed, and the fractured Barrier gained several expanding fissures. Naturally, The Living Tribunal had no intention of stopping; only by completely shattering the Barrier could he wound Superman X himself.
Elsewhere, above New York City.
A frantic Gwen tried countless methods, yet none could break the invisible shackle The Living Tribunal had placed on her. Even Thunderbolt plus Energon King Kong, both absorption-type forms, couldn't dissolve the unseen restraint.
She hung there like rootless duckweed, unable to move an inch. Turning her gaze skyward, her worry reached its peak: "I wonder how Zhou Mo is doing now..."
That was what Gwen feared most. The Living Tribunal's power was only a secondary concern; the real issue was Zhou Mo's Superman X state! Even with a Barrier, he couldn't just stand there motionless taking punishment forever!
'Hm?' As the thought crossed her mind, she saw a figure descending from above. A closer look revealed it wasn't Zhou Mo but The Executor she had met before!
Before the question 'What is He here for?' could form, the savage grin on The Executor's face slammed into her vision, making her heart lurch.
Instantly, Gwen's expression changed; she hastily activated the highly defensive pairing of Thunderbolt and Energon King Kong. Yet that terrifying pressure still skyrocketed, leaving her gasping for air.
'Since you're the one Zhou Mo loves, you should bear some of his share.'
With a smug, cold laugh, The Executor—now in front of Gwen—swept his great hand. Boundless agony erupted from his palm and drifted slowly toward her.
'Rest easy, Earthling; this won't cause any real harm, it will merely make you…' At that point his mouth split into a wide, eerie grin, his gloomy gaze no different from a psychotic fiend in a film.
'Feel pain, nothing more!' The Executor could no longer restrain himself; He burned to see terror seep into Gwenand hear her heart-rending screams.
Just imagining it thrilled Him beyond control.
The agony drifted toward Gwen, and The Executor stared fixedly at her face, eager to see what terror she would show and what shriek of pain she would utter.
When she screamed herself hoarse, He would deem it the perfect moment to kill her before Zhou Mo's eyes: 'By then The Living Tribunal should have slain him; dying while watching his beloved tortured—he'll suffer exquisitely, hahaha.'
Thinking this, The Executor wiped away his smile and glanced into the distance. 'Oh right, there's also that magic-wielding woman—another Zhou Mo loves.'
…Deep Space; the magical projection split in two.
Watching this, Odin's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably. 'Has The Executor really become this deranged? Is it from constant missions?'
Whatever the reason, Odin felt the Celestials' halo shatter in his mind.
He was no saint and had used his share of schemes, but he still had a bottom line. Unable to beat Zhou Mo, they torment his girlfriend? Even Surtur wouldn't stoop to that!
Shifting his gaze back to Superman X, Odin saw the hero still standing motionless, and his emotions suddenly calmed. It seemed Zhou Mo really was about to die again.
Hard as it was to accept such a casual death, Odin found it reasonable: 'When the guardian of the multiverse with all-powerful might, The Living Tribunal, makes a move, dying by his hand is an honorable end.'
'However…' Odin's eyes twitched as he looked back at Gwen. 'This Earthling will suffer. And Zhou Mo—pitiful; he'll die not only to a supreme god but to his own fatal weakness.'
'At the end he'll watch his girlfriend tortured—sigh.'
'Sigh! Superman X's weakness is truly lethal!'
Odin sighed, unable to bear the sight. "The only silver lining is that The Living Tribunal will fix everything. That girl will be revived even after death—no matter how miserable her end, she'll bounce back full of life."
The thought comforted Odin, and he began to wonder if, once the repairs were done, he would return to Asgard.
Just then, the voice of The Executor rang out, drawing his gaze despite himself.
Confirming that Superman X was still immobile and suppressed by The Living Tribunal, The Executor halted the torment, a brilliant smile blooming as a better idea struck. "Later, when you see Zhou Mo, tell him you never loved him—you love another man."
"Of course, I'll create a man to play the part."
"You only need to put your arms around him and tell Zhou Mo, 'I've been with him for ages…'" Before The Executorcould finish, Gwen cut him off, her voice like a whip. The resolve in her bearing, the steel in her eyes, felt nothing like the girl he knew.
"Dream on! I will never betray Zhou Mo—not even in a lie."
Gwen's steadfast refusal shattered The Executor's composure; he sensed every word came from her heart.
"Then die early!" The Executor lunged, palm streaking down to pulp her in a single strike.
"Wait—no!" After a cautious check that Superman X was still pinned, The Executor sneered, "I'll leave you one last breath."
…At the same moment—BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Feeling every layer of the Barrier shatter, with only one punch left, even The Living Tribunal felt a ripple of joy. This was the single path to victory—now within reach!
Watching, Zhou Mo's voice turned icy. "Give me control."
…Facing the descending palm, Gwen traced a cross over her heart and whispered with a smile, "Zhou Mo, I wish you peace."
With that, she closed her eyes. She didn't understand The Living Tribunal's restoration or that she would revive after death; she simply felt this death suited her.
She had met Zhou Mo, tasted love, and grown from girl to woman. Along the way she never betrayed justice; in a word, she could die without regret.
The only thing she couldn't let go of was Zhou Mo.
"Hope you stop being so stupidly pure," she added silently, still smiling.
The sorrow pouring from Gwen thrilled The Executor—this was exactly what he craved! Yet… she could hurt even more. He broke into excited, savage laughter.
"Greater agony!"
Before the word "scream" left his lips, a wet rip sounded—his swinging arm was torn clean off!
The severed limb plummeted, blood gushing.
The sudden blast of pain stunned The Executor; before he could scream he whipped his head around!
Under his universal-level senses, the figure of Superman X hovering above everything stood out in stark clarity.
He was… simply watching him.
From that gaze The Executor saw Superman X raise a hand!
Panic flooded his eyes, his heart detonated with terror, and he reflexively shot backward.
"He can move? How can he possibly move?!"
The instant the thought formed—rip!—his other arm was ripped away by invisible force. Unendurable pain tore a howl from his throat: "Aaaargh! It hurts!"
"How… how is this happening?!"
Agony eclipsing all else, The Executor paled and stammered toward Superman X, "Spare me—please spare me!"
Rip!
His right leg came off. Though the pull came from an unstoppable force, the pain was real; sweat drenched him, veins bulged on his forehead as he roared, "No—stop this!"
Then, struck by inspiration, he remembered The Living Tribunal. With desperate lungs he shrieked, "The Living Tribunal—save me!"
At the same time he shifted himself behind The Living Tribunal, praying—knowingly or not—it would shield him.
Superman X spoke, his voice so calm it seemed beyond life: "I will wipe you all…"
"…every last one."
Rip!
The next thing The Executor saw was The Living Tribunalcleaved in two, body torn apart from the center.
His mind went blank; he stood frozen.
In the blink of an eye he came to—and saw Superman Xflying straight for him.
Chapter 134. Superman X: You don't think I can't beat you, do you?
If anyone on the scene was the most terrified, it was the Ancient One!
Regarding three of The Executor's four limbs being torn off, the Ancient One had little reaction. But what she never expected was that The Living Tribunal would actually be insta-killed by Superman X?!
Her scalp tightened as if a large hand were clutching her hair and pulling it forcefully toward the back of her head. While feeling a sense of numbness, the Ancient Onescreamed in horror, "How is this possible?!"
Her previous interaction with The Living Tribunal told her that Superman X was on the same level as The Living Tribunal. Furthermore, The Living Tribunal had admitted that if they were to fight, he might not be Superman X's match.
But between the two of them!
The Ancient One's eyes bulged as if they were about to pop out of her body, and her trembling soul surged frantically toward the crown of her head.
How could the gap in strength be so large?!!!
Insta-killing The Living Tribunal upon meeting? How is this possible?!!!
Staring blankly at this scene, the Ancient One's face was pale and her lips trembled, unable to make a sound anymore; only that one voice in her heart continued to echo.
"How can Superman X be strong to such an extent..."
...On the other side, the moment before falling into the embrace of the God of Death, Stark suddenly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and quickly stood up.
"My injuries seem to have healed?" With doubt, his gaze found Superman X. After staring for two seconds, Starkgave a bitter smile. "I knew it was him; he healed my injuries."
Searching again, when he saw The Living Tribunal's corpse torn in half with a large amount of flesh and blood floating out, the message previously sent by The Living Tribunal surfaced in his mind. The immense strength caused Stark to subconsciously tense up, and he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. "Such a powerful Living Tribunal was just... insta-killed?"
At this moment, Odin also wanted to ask that question. His eyes and mouth were wide open, and the emotions surging in his heart were on the verge of bursting out.
Yes! The Living Tribunal was just insta-killed?!
In this incident, even Odin, whose stance leaned slightly toward Zhou Mo, felt it was... ridiculous!
No matter what, The Living Tribunal was the supreme god in charge of all dimensions! He possessed omniscience, omnipotence, and inexhaustible power! If he lost to Superman X, it wasn't that Odin couldn't accept it—after all, he had already seen Zhou Mo's suffocatingly powerful strength many times.
But now, he was directly insta-killed upon meeting?! This is The Living Tribunal! This damn Superman X... he can even insta-kill The Living Tribunal??!
...Huh?
Is this even somewhat reasonable?!
The surging thoughts ran rampant in his brain. Odin stood there stunned, his breathing becoming rapid and heavy.
If Odin felt that he and everything else became tiny when watching Superman X's figure before, then looking at Superman X now, Odin felt as if he simply didn't exist anymore! In the entire Universe, only Superman X's figure remained suspended!
He is the one—no, he is everything!
At this moment, is he the true controller of all Universes?!
His brain went blank and then instantly tangled into a ball of yarn. Facing this ironclad fact, Odin froze in place, speechless... And sensing The Living Tribunal being insta-killed and torn apart by Superman X, then looking at Superman X's flying figure, The Executor was directly scared witless!
How could The Living Tribunal be insta-killed?... How could this happen?!
With no time for further thought, watching Superman X's figure fly closer and clearer, The Executor's Adam's apple bobbed. He was so scared he almost cried like a human. Even if unwilling, the situation forced a sound out; The Executor squeezed out a smile and sobbed with a trembling voice:
"I think, I *gulp*, I should be wrong. You, can you let..." Even while begging for mercy, his status as a Celestial still left The Executor with a trace of pride he couldn't let go of in his words.
That sentence, "Can you let me go," was something he simply couldn't say no matter what.
He was scared; The Executor was truly scared. Not only was he scared, but he also regretted it!
He shouldn't have tried to vent this so-called frustration. After being resurrected by The Living Tribunal, he should have just run! Stay far away from this plague god!
But thinking about it, a trace of hesitation flashed in The Executor's eyes. If he could do it all over again, he felt he would still do the same. Mainly because...
After the hesitation in his eyes dissipated, replaced by surging emotions, The Executor almost wanted to shout curses! To howl at the sky!
Mainly, who the hell could have thought that when encountering danger, Superman X's weakness would lift itself!
Everyone's idea was to strike while you're down and kill you while you've revealed a weakness and can't move. But when you actually encounter danger, your control over your body is immediately restored? And then you go on a killing spree?
The Executor suddenly really wanted to cry like a human.
No! Superman X, your damn weakness is practically non-existent!
If you had said earlier that your weakness would lift when encountering danger, who would have dared to target you?!
While flying, Superman X glanced at the unharmed Gwenand spoke calmly, Zhou Mo's voice coming through: "You don't realize you're wrong; you only realize you're about to die."
Hearing this, The Executor froze. It seemed it really was like that... The situation had reversed. Superman X's flight speed wasn't fast, and The Executor felt fear like ants despairingly and slowly gnawing away at his own corpse.
At a glance, The Executor, who was missing three of his four limbs yet whose body was still as tall as a mountain, was actually scared numb by a Superman X who was so tiny he could almost be ignored in contrast to his massive size. It was quite a spectacle... At this moment, unable to care for The Executor or anyone else, despair came crashing down like a tidal wave. Ancient One's brain vibrated, and she shook her head back and forth rapidly in a near-frenzy, constantly murmuring, "How is it possible, how is it possible."
She thought back a hundred times and still couldn't accept it. How could The Living Tribunal be insta-killed by Superman X? Even if there was a certain strength gap between the two sides, it shouldn't be so large that the supreme god, The Living Tribunal, was insta-killed by Superman X like some street-side small fry!
This was simply something that couldn't possibly happen!
The Ancient One and The Executor's minds went blank, both falling into extreme despair. The only difference was that the Ancient One murmured a few more words.
In the next second, facing Superman X, The Executoractually lowered his proud head and knelt down on his only remaining leg, weeping bitterly. He truly wanted to live!
Even if he had to die, he hoped he could die quickly.
This was exactly why The Executor could no longer flee; Superman X had erased all the energy within his body! Now, he couldn't even commit suicide if he wanted to.
And from the way Superman X was slowly flying over, it wasn't hard to judge that he didn't want him to die quickly at all!
Fear swept through his brain. The unbearable pain from having three limbs torn off caused The Executor to act on survival instinct. Taking a deep breath, The Executor, grimacing in pain, still said those words with a trembling voice:
"If possible, I hope you can let me go."
Stark saw Superman X's back view come to a halt. Thinking about it, Stark felt that a trace of a smile should be curling on Superman X's lips at this moment.
"If not..." The Executor looked up, revealing that face written with collapse and utter misery. "I beg you! Give me an immediate death!"
The voice came through, and Stark felt as if he were in a dream, blinking his eyes in disbelief.
"The arrogant Celestial who just traversed the Earth and brought disaster just by moving is actually kneeling and begging Zhou Mo for mercy?"
He hurriedly looked at the other Celestials. Stark saw that as they watched this scene in silence, their figures seemed to have the intention to act. It wasn't hard to imagine that seeing their kin kneeling and begging for mercy from another was something they couldn't accept.
But those few bodies only just had a slight intention to move before they hurriedly pulled back.
After witnessing Superman X's terrifying abilities, they were now so scared they didn't dare make a single sound, let alone go down to stop it. Even faintly, they could already see their own deaths in this.
Regarding this, they actually developed the same thought as The Executor. They hoped Superman X could give them a quick death and not torture them!
Zhou Mo's voice rang out, the faint smile in his calm voice confirming Stark's suspicion as a smile curled on his lips: "Impossible."
The three calm, short words carrying a smile fell into his ears, and The Executor was stunned, misery instantly washing over his entire face. However, before the pig-slaughtering wail could ring out, The Executor stopped.
He suddenly discovered that Superman X wasn't looking at him; his downward-looking pupils seemed to be locked onto the corpse of The Living Tribunal that blocked the path between him and The Executor.
Before he had time to think about why he was looking at that, The Executor saw the corpse fragments fly back and slam into place at a speed difficult for the naked eye to catch. The Living Tribunal's corpse completed its reassembly!
Snap! The moment his eyes snapped open, a high-altitude air current happened to strike, lifting a corner of the grey cloth on The Living Tribunal's head and revealing obsidian eyes.
The energy that erupted upon opening his eyes shattered every emotion on the scene, making The Executor freeze again. He discovered that The Living Tribunal's face actually looked exactly like his own? However, when he saw that as The Living Tribunal turned its head to look at Superman X behind it, that face transformed into Superman X's appearance, The Executor regained his composure and breathed a sigh of relief.
"It seems his face is like a mirror, capable of reflecting different people's appearances."
Understanding this, The Executor came to a sudden realization and roared with a distorted face, "Living Tribunal, you must kill this damn thing!"
Having undergone resurrection, The Living Tribunal's state switched from Justice to Revenge!
The chill emanating from his body caused Stark, who was in Outer Space, to subconsciously shiver... Even though Odin couldn't reach the strength of either of them, he could clearly perceive it. Compared to just now, The Living Tribunal's strength was now more than an order of magnitude stronger!
Like a drowning person catching a life-saving straw, and as if gaining a new lease on life, the Ancient One's face flushed with excitement and lit up with joy!
"I knew it! Things weren't that simple! How could The Living Tribunal be killed so easily?! Hahaha!"
The distance between Superman X and The Living Tribunal was less than a meter, almost within reach. Quietly watching him, The Living Tribunal was majestic and intimidating, his tone carrying an unquestionable dominance: "I must erase you."
Before Superman X could speak, The Executor not far away shouted excitedly, "Yes, yes! Kill him! You must kill him!"
Squelch!
Just as the words fell, The Executor's only remaining leg was torn off.
The severed leg fell, and blood gushed out like beads from the wound.
Glancing at the wound, after being stunned for a second by fear, the pain caused The Executor to howl at the sky: "Ah—! It hurts! Living Tribunal, save me!"
Squelch!
The sound of a body being torn apart rang out again, but this time it didn't come from The Executor. Instead... the Ancient One's pupils suddenly shrank.
The Living Tribunal?!
How... how can this be?!
Chapter 135 – The Living Tribunal was killed by Superman X! Quickly find OAA!
Confusion clouded the Ancient One's eyes; she felt that everything before her… made even less sense!
Just now, The Living Tribunal had been insta-killed; it could be perfectly explained by him not having entered his Vengeance state and his power not yet peaking. But now! Across such a distance, the Ancient One could clearly sense that after adopting his Vengeance form, The Living Tribunal's strength had soared!
How could Superman X, with just a thought, still rip off one of his arms from afar?!
Her heart racing, the Ancient One held her breath and stared, not daring to exhale for fear of missing even the tiniest detail.
'There has to be something I haven't noticed. There's no way the situation can unfold like this!'
As the Ancient One watched intently, The Executor was also dumbfounded; this was the last thing He had expected. Wasn't The Living Tribunal supposed to be stronger? How had Superman X torn off an arm the moment they clashed?
Yet from The Living Tribunal's reaction, he seemed unbothered; his expression remained stoic as he clenched his remaining hand into a fist and punched at Superman X.
From the battle that erupted between the two, it was clear The Living Tribunal showed no obvious disadvantage, and the Ancient One's taut nerves finally eased a little.
With life and death hanging by a thread, The Executorlikewise held his breath as he watched, knowing that waiting any longer would do nothing to help defeat Zhou Mo.
'But what can I do?' The Executor frowned, thinking anxiously. 'What do I have that could help The Living Tribunal?'
The fact that his limbs had been torn off, leaving only his torso and head, dimmed The Executor's eyes. But then inspiration struck; he jerked his head toward Gwen.
Looking at the still-imprisoned Gwen, The Executor's lips curled, a sinister glint in his eyes: 'Though I can't aid The Living Tribunal, I can still affect Superman X's mindset!'
Without delay, and enduring the pain, the powerless The Executor—kept aloft only by his racial gifts—wriggled desperately through the air toward Gwen.
'I don't believe he can stay focused if I hurt her!' Anticipation even sparkled in The Executor's eyes.
His movement was excruciatingly slow; from on high Stark felt as if he were watching a snail crawl. But Gwenremained immobilized—given enough time, The Executorcould still reach her!
'And what attack could He possibly have left?' Starkwondered, watching the mangled figure inch along.
Realization hit; Stark drew a sharp horrified breath. There was only one answer: The Executor's sole remaining weapon was his teeth—he intended to… eat Spider-Man?!
The instant he guessed it, Stark rocketed toward Gwen: 'Damn it! Shit! He's insane! This Celestial's completely lost it!'
Yet the moment Stark arrived, an invisible force hurled him aside. He spun to see the two supreme beings—Superman X and The Living Tribunal—duking it out hand-to-hand.
The terrifying energy unleashed by their fight happened to form a spherical Barrier around them; no one could break in from outside.
'Can't get in?' Stark was stunned. 'Then what the hell do I do?' Glancing at The Executor, who was practically chin-crawling, and noticing him gnashing his teeth toward Superman X, Stark shouted, 'Zhou Mo! Watch Spider-Man!'
At the shout, The Executor twisted to see Superman X's reaction—only to find none at all.
'Hmph, I don't believe you can stay that calm!' Snorting, The Executor resumed his writhing advance.
At the moment The Executor was delighted; even missing an arm, The Living Tribunal was still fighting Superman Xto a standstill: 'This is buying me plenty of time!'
…Meanwhile, seeing this, the Ancient One's heart gradually settled. Watching the evenly matched duel, she told herself this was the strength The Living Tribunalought to possess.
From the corner of her eye she glanced at The Executor, unsure whether his tactic could negatively affect Superman X—when, a split-second before her gaze was about to leave him—
A wet 'thunk' sounded as an unseen spear pierced The Executor's body, leaving a bloody hole that sent him thrashing and shrieking in agony.
'Huh?!' She looked back instantly; seeing nothing amiss with the two combatants, confusion rose: 'If not Superman X, then who?'
As if on cue, just as curiosity drew her eyes to The Executor again, another air-like spear tore another gaping wound in him.
Convulsing violently, The Executor screamed hoarsely: 'Aaaah! It hurts!'
'Living Tribunal, stop him!'
Ancient One narrowed her eyes, convinced this had to be Superman X's doing—yet in the clash she could find no proof. The Living Tribunal struck with every limb, pressing the assault so fiercely that Superman X never had an opening.
At this level of combat, all concentration had to be spent reading and countering the foe; a single lapse meant death.
Adding everything up, Ancient One ruled out Superman X, glanced at Gwen, then at Stark, and decided the stunt must trace back to them.
Pfft—
"Agh! Living Tribunal—don't let him! Buy me time!" The Executor, writhing toward Gwen, shrieked.
Perhaps finally annoyed by the shouting, The Living Tribunal answered; when Ancient One heard the panic and strain in his voice she looked back—and turned to stone.
"I can't."
The words froze The Executor, who twisted his head in blank dismay.
What do you mean, you can't?
Pfft—
Agony snapped his mind; The Executor threw his head back and howled, "Aaaargh!!"
"Stop!" The Living Tribunal snarled through clenched teeth.
The Executor's eyes lit. Gasping, he smiled through the pain. "Hear that, Superman X? The Living Tribunal orders you to stop hurting—"
PFFT!
"Aaaaargh!!!"
The Living Tribunal accelerated his onslaught. "I said STOP!"
Superman X's calm silhouette answered effortlessly, never speaking a word. He seemed to do nothing, yet purple clouds packed the sky. With a roar Dormammu's colossal head burst from them, locked on The Executor, jaws gaping, and dived.
"Stop!" The Living Tribunal—sweat beading on his tired brow—growled.
Superman X remained unruffled, giving no reaction.
Then—
SHREK! Dragged here and enslaved, Dormammu bit away half The Executor's body in one gulp. The pain bulged The Executor's eyes nearly out of their sockets, and his shriek of anguish carried clear to Outer Space.
Limbs gone, the torso could still feel every stab of pain.
"Aaaaargh!!!!"
The scream spent all his strength. Drenched in sweat, The Executor whispered, "St-stop…"
In Stark contrast, The Living Tribunal's furious roar threatened to shatter Earth itself.
"STOP!"
Yet no matter how fast he struck or how hard, Superman X's power stayed level—unmoved, unbreakable.
Like a stray cur Dormammu snapped, gulped, wheeled, and opened its maw again.
"N-no…"
SHREK!
"Aaaaargh!!!!"
"Superman X—no—Zhou Mo, I was wrong, I admit it! Just kill me—kill me and end—"
SHREK!
"Agh!"
"Please—please give me a clean death, stop torturing me…"
SHREK!
"Aaaaargh!!!"
Pass after pass, only The Executor's head remained. Even so, the head still felt every ounce of terror and pain, weeping and begging Superman X for mercy.
Every witness shuddered; the cruelty was unbearable.
Ancient One had gone numb—the answer was obvious: Superman X had orchestrated it all.
What stunned her most: while toying with The Living Tribunal at his peak, Superman X was punishing The Executor and summoning Dormammu. He hadn't even gone all-out.
Ancient One sank into hopeless numbness; The Living Tribunal's fury soared. The crisis was slipping beyond even a Supreme God's power to mend.
Like a cannon blast the Tribunal thundered, "I SAID STOP!!!"
Still calm as water, Superman X caught The Living Tribunal's punch—and tore the arm off.
His link to every Universe severed, the Tribunal roared, "You bastard!"
Pfft—
In the next instant the Tribunal was ripped in half, this time beyond resurrection.
Meanwhile, like munching an apple, Dormammu cradled The Executor's head and slowly finished it amid fresh screams.
The Living Tribunal and The Executor died together, and silence swallowed the World.
Ancient One stood frozen, unmoving.
The Living Tribunal… killed just like that?
An eternity later, the sphere of light he had once driven into her mind burst open and a voice thundered: "Find OAA—NOW!"
Chapter 136: OAA? The Natural Enemy of Zhou Mo's Alien Heroes? A New Crisis Emerges!
"OAA?"
The voice flashed by so quickly that Ancient One doubted if she had misheard. Regarding this name, she was full of confusion: "OAA... what is it?"
With The Living Tribunal gone, Superman X began a systematic liquidation. Like mowing grass, large swaths of the Celestials vanished instantly, their bodies obliterated before they could even react. Finally, even the remaining Dormammu was no exception.
"Since you performed well this time, I won't eat you for now." Reaching out to summon Dormammu, Superman Xrubbed his head and spoke softly. With a gentle pat, Dormammu dissolved and died.
Finally, scanning the surrounding mess, Superman X used his will to restore the environment—and only the environment.
"Hmm, looking at it like this is much more comfortable."
Having finished all this, Superman X flew to Gwen's side. After lifting her restrictions, he crossed his arms proudly and raised his chin, saying, "Ms. Spider-Man, tell me, since I can fly and eat a lot, am I the true God of Cooking?"
Gwen's eye twitched at his words, and several black lines appeared on her forehead. She thought, 'What the hell is a God of Cooking?' But since he was still thinking about eating at a time like this, well, if a God of Cooking really existed, it would be him.
The crisis was successfully resolved, and joy followed immediately. Gwen called out Zhou Mo's name and threw herself into Superman X's arms. She obediently looked up, about to say something, when she saw Superman X's expression change: "Oh no, they're arguing again!"
As the words fell, Zhou Mo hurriedly deactivated the Superman X ability, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
At the same time, because his ability was deactivated, the two people suspended in the air fell straight toward the ground. Their roles reversed, and Zhou Mo clung to Gwenlike a sloth: "Master! You are the true God of Cooking!"
Her eye muscles twitched again as Gwen helplessly fired a web, letting the two land smoothly on the roof of a building.
"Phew~" Zhou Mo exhaled in relief after the narrow escape: "It seems everyone is a God of Cooking."
Gwen: "..."
Can you stop obsessing over your stupid God of Cooking?!
Is there any connection between Spider-Man and a God of Cooking? Even a tiny bit?!
Looking down at Zhou Mo, who was holding her tightly, Gwen couldn't help but feel a bit more admiration in her eyes: "Zhou Mo, your new ability is so powerful." Glancing down at his head resting on her shoulder, she added, "But, can you get down first?"
It wasn't that she was disgusted; it was mainly because someone else was watching! Stark's figure was suspended right there, quietly watching the two of them.
"Oh right! They're still watching!" Zhou Mo's eyes widened, and he hugged Gwen even tighter: "Quick Gwen, take me away from here!"
Gwen: "..."
Shouldn't you, the big shot, be taking me, the karami, away?!
Despite her indignant thoughts, Gwen still huffily fired a web and quickly swung away with Zhou Mo.
Even though Zhou Mo had left, the scene remained silent. Stark was still stunned, his brain constantly switching between a total blank and a tangled mess of thoughts.
After Superman X took action, he thought he had seen Superman X's true strength. But after seeing Superman Xdeal with The Living Tribunal while simultaneously attacking The Executor, resurrecting and controlling Dormammu, and then killing them both together!
Stark realized with horror that what he saw earlier wasn't Superman X's full power! Even... just now wasn't! He still hadn't used his full strength!
A person going all out and exerting full firepower wouldn't dare to be distracted for a second in the face of a strong enemy! This only proved that what Superman Xdisplayed was not his full power! Moreover... Stark clearly remembered that Zhou Mo also had the ability to use two abilities simultaneously, and his Superman X hadn't even been combined with other abilities yet!
The truth guessed in his mind drenched Stark's back in cold sweat. As his thoughts progressed, Stark felt as if he were being violently sucked into a giant whirlpool, nearly suffocating him.
Admittedly, after experiencing the Celestials and The Living Tribunal, Stark had accepted—even if unwillingly—that there were more terrifying existences in the Universe. But they... just as the Celestials said before, their mission was to maintain the balance of the Universeand let it evolve naturally.
Whether it was Ancient One on Earth, or Odin, the Celestials, and The Living Tribunal outside of Earth—all these powerful beings in Stark's eyes had one thing in common: they were reclusive.
As long as an event didn't cross the bottom line they could accept, they wouldn't appear. And the probability of such an event occurring was minuscule, measured in centuries or even millennia—it could almost be ignored!
One could even make a bold claim! For Earth, their existence or non-existence made almost no difference. But! Zhou Mo was different! He lived on Earth! Furthermore, he was a wildcard!
It was possible that one day, just because an elevator took too long, he might get angry enough to do something the outside world couldn't accept. In this situation, the best condition would be checks and balances! There needed to be some kind of existence that could counter Zhou Mo's power so he couldn't just do as he pleased.
Again, it wasn't that Stark disliked Zhou Mo, but for the safety of Earth, this was something he had to do!
Thinking up to this point, Stark hit a breaking point. There was nothing! Whether it was what he knew himself or the information carried in the light sphere from The Living Tribunal, everything indicated that there was no longer any existence in the Universe that could rival Zhou Mo!
The Living Tribunal, the Supreme God who was the ceiling of combat power, had been instakilled by Superman X. What else could possibly limit Zhou Mo? Stark couldn't think of anything!
...In Deep Space, Odin, whose expression was frozen in shock, felt that familiar feeling again.
The one giving the victory speech... was fucking Zhou Moagain!
Odin snapped out of it but his expression remained stiff; he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He discovered in despair that if Zhou Mo won, his reaction would be very calm. But if Zhou Mo might lose, he would instead be so scared he couldn't accept it?
"Whose side am I even on?! Wait, I'm Zhou Mo's enemy! How can I think like that!" Smacking his forehead in confusion, Odin cursed himself in frustration.
Regarding all of this, Odin was so despondent he had nothing left to say.
This was the exact same routine as before—no! Odincorrected himself in terror, this time was different from before. Zhou Mo hadn't shown any signs of needing to familiarize himself with the operation of this ability at all!
When Energon King Kong and Time Robot appeared, although both were monsters with no skill required and pure stats, Zhou Mo would still briefly familiarize himself with their abilities, even going so far as to actively expose weaknesses to train himself.
But this Superman X was different. This hero was pure fucking stats! No mechanical skill needed, no proficiency required! He just unlocked it and could easily slaughter the entire Universe!
Odin couldn't help but ask, what kind of monster is this Superman X?!
"If I had Superman X, I think I could do all this too. But the problem is... I don't." With a sour and dejected droop of his head, Odin began to look around.
He had accepted all this in despair. Zhou Mo had become the new Supreme God in charge of the Multiverse; if he wanted, he could manipulate all Universes at will. But Odin suddenly felt a sense of relief, no longer caring about any of it.
If Zhou Mo wanted to kill him, or slaughter Asgard, he could do whatever he wanted; Odin couldn't stop him anyway. Returning to Asgard to see his family one last time became his only obsession at this moment.
Odin had accepted it, but Ancient One on the other side had not. Instead, her emotions were ignited, reaching an extreme intensity.
"The timeline... has been completely altered..."
"I must fix all of this! But how do I do it?!" Shaking her head back and forth in a desperate and slightly crazed manner, Ancient One repeated herself.
Witnessing the true death of The Living Tribunal, Ancient One could clearly feel that this erroneous timeline was becoming increasingly stable, covering the original timeline until only a tiny crack remained. The continuous healing of that crack made her emotions so agitated and urgent.
"I must stop him!"
The more urgent she felt, the more desperate she became, because Ancient One simply couldn't find any hope of defeating Superman X!
Just as she was about to collapse from despair, Ancient One suddenly calmed down without warning. She thought of The Living Tribunal's last words in her memory: "Hmm? OAA?"
Then, her brow furrowed: "But, what is OAA? A machine? Or an even more powerful existence?"
Ancient One knew absolutely nothing about OAA. At that moment, the light sphere from The Living Tribunal took effect again. Ancient One felt a warmth coming from a certain direction. When she turned to face that direction, the warmth intensified.
"Are you... guiding me?"
Having a direction and no other choice, Ancient One's expression changed. With the support of the light sphere's energy, she began to traverse the Universe to meet OAA.
Thus, in the Deep Space of the Universe, Odin, who was searching for a way out like a headless fly, saw Ancient One's determined figure fly past in the distance.
Her flight speed was extremely fast, disappearing from the edge of his vision in a single breath. Odin was first startled, then filled with endless confusion: "Ancient Oneis still alive?"
"But... she looks so decisive, where is she going?" Odin's brow furrowed in incomprehension... What had happened had happened, and no amount of thinking could change it. Stark ended his contemplation and turned around, preparing to follow Zhou Mo and have a good talk with him.
This was also some of the little good news for him at the moment; the healing from Superman X had unintentionally cured his injuries, returning him from a patient to a normal person.
However, just as Stark adjusted his direction and was about to fly off, a small black shadow scurrying quickly on the ground caught his attention. Looking closely, the shadow's image appeared in his helmet—it was a small mouse moving urgently.
Stark gave a bitter smile, feeling his nerves were a bit too sensitive: "Come on Tony, it's just a mouse. You know the sewers of New York are full of them."
"Meow!"
Immediately following a cat's meow, a thin stray cat appeared behind the little mouse. No matter how fast or hard the mouse ran, the stray cat easily captured and killed it in a few moves.
Watching the silent struggle of the little mouse as it reached out a tiny paw before dying, Stark seemed to hear its inner voice.
"I'm just a little mousie, about to be eaten~"
It was clearly just a very common scene in the natural ecosystem, yet it made Stark stare blankly for a long time. He didn't snap out of it until the stray cat finished eating the mouse and turned to leave.
After an unknown amount of time, a light burst from Stark's eyes: "Wait! Flash Star, Thunderbolt, Super Beast... these also seem to be animals, right?"
"Then if that's the case, does Zhou Mo's ability have a natural enemy?!"
Thinking of this, Stark's heart raced. He felt he had found the key to countering Zhou Mo.
He would find the natural enemies that could counter Zhou Mo's abilities one by one. If Zhou Mo lost control, he would use them to fight back. If he couldn't find any, he would create one himself! On this point, Stark was confident.
And having sensed it, Zhou Mo, looking at the sky, let out a sigh: "No need for you to create them, they're already here."
The Multiverse had been opened and closed violently time and again, causing some distortions that allowed things that shouldn't appear to emerge.
The natural enemies of the alien heroes have arrived!
"In that case, I'll have to go hunt down these natural enemies that can hunt me!"
Chapter 137: The Natural Predator Appears! The one coming is actually... Eon?!
Finally finding a place with no one around to land, Gwenlanded with a look of frustration, her arms crossed gloomily: "My secret identity has been discovered. How am I supposed to interact with my classmates now?"
"And what will my father say?"
Zhou Mo nodded inwardly upon hearing this. It had to be said that Gwen truly lived up to her identity as Spider-Man; even at a time like this, she was still thinking about others.
Sighing, Gwen lowered her head wearily: "By the way, Zhou Mo, can you get off me now?"
What did this burly man, over 1.9 meters tall, mean by constantly clinging to a beautiful girl like her, who wasn't even 1.7 meters tall!
"Gwen." Zhou Mo looked up, meeting her blinking eyes. Gwen showed a look of disgust: "Acting cute won't help, get down!"
"No, what I mean is..." Zhou Mo held on tighter: "Let's form a team!"
These words dispelled the stray thoughts in Gwen's heart, causing her eyes to light up. Form a team? Wasn't this exactly what she had wanted all along? To team up and fight evil together!
Gwen readily agreed, unable to suppress a smile: "Of course, that's exactly what I—"
"But, what do you think we should call ourselves?" Zhou Mo muttered to himself, looking at the sky and thinking seriously.
Gwen: "..."
So you weren't asking for my opinion at all! You! Scum! Bag!
"Let's call it the Plumbers!" Zhou Mo said the name he had already thought of.
Gwen silently turned her head away. She thought to herself, Plumbers? What kind of team name is that? People who don't know any better would think we're the Mario brothers, going to clear out someone's sewers.
"Not cool enough," Gwen complained in a low voice.
"Heave-ho." Zhou Mo jumped down and said passionately upon landing: "Since you have no objection, from now on, we are the Plumbers!"
"..." Gwen looked over with a dark face. Didn't I already say that name wasn't cool enough?
Zhou Mo rubbed his chin: "Hmm, then next I'll have to create some equipment." The weapons Ben and his grandfather had used appeared in his mind; Zhou Mobelieved it wouldn't be difficult to have the Shapeshifterreplicate them.
"..." So you weren't asking for my opinion at all, you were just notifying me!
Feeling an inexplicable sense of playing house, Gwenwaved her hand and left without breaking the mood: "Fine, fine, we'll do everything as you say. Stay here and be good, don't cause trouble. I'm going to school first."
"Okay." Zhou Mo, thinking that he might still need to use the Little Soldier, responded casually. Once Gwen had left, Zhou Mo nodded and added to himself: "Now there are two dangers: one is OAA, and the other is the Natural Predator."
Using her webs, Gwen swung through various twists and turns, soon appearing in the city center. She took out her hidden backpack and held it tight, her head tucked between her shoulders as she walked with her head down and body tensed. Even though she was Spider-Man, Gwen acted like a criminal thief at this moment.
Her nervous state heightened her Spider-Sense, allowing Gwen to clearly hear the discussions about her coming from both sides of the street, making her lower her small head even further.
If she had her Spider-Man disguise, Gwen could continue to banter with them, greeting them while saying some nonsensical things. But with her true identity exposed, Gwen was just a pure college girl who had just reached adulthood.
She couldn't accept the idea of people thinking, "How could Gwen say something like that?" Even just thinking that they might think that made Gwen's face start to turn red.
"I wonder if Father will be affected by my identity." This was Gwen's biggest worry, but it dissipated as Zhou Mo's figure surfaced in her mind.
"I made a promise with him. Zhou Mo can perceive all Universes. Since he promised to help look after Dad, Dad's safety should be fine. Phew~" Exhaling a nervous breath, Gwen stopped and stomped her feet in frustration.
The safety issue was resolved, but what about the rest? Would the outside World gossip about Dad? Would reporters surround him for interviews? Thinking about this, Gwen felt a massive headache... "No trace of Zhou Mo found, Sir." In the woods, Stark landed where Zhou Mo had been, looking around in confusion: "I clearly saw them land here just now. Where are they?"
"It's possible Mr. Zhou Mo used his superpowers to leave. Finding Mr. Zhou in this state is no easy task, Sir."
Stark nodded helplessly, accepting this in his heart. Indeed, if Zhou Mo hid his presence again, he would be like an invisible man in this World, impossible for anyone to find.
Stark also felt a bit of a headache. He wanted to talk to Zhou Mo but couldn't find him. What should he do?
At this moment, Friday's voice spoke up again: "Sir, traces of Spider-Man have been found." As she spoke, Fridayprojected Gwen's figure in the city onto the helmet.
"There's a way." Stark smiled and flew into the air: "How could I forget her? If I find her, I'll definitely find Zhou Mo."
"Oh right, Friday, check if Zhou Mo has returned to the backup Villa."
"Okay, Sir. Scanning."
This was the benefit of flying—no traffic jams in the sky. Plus, the distance wasn't far. Before long, Stark arrived at the corresponding area and saw Gwen below, surrounded by several reporters with cameras and gear.
Stark was about to land to disperse the reporters and ask Gwen about Zhou Mo's whereabouts. Just as he started to descend, he saw the ground suddenly shake violently.
"Hmm?!" Stark instinctively stopped, his eyes narrowing and muscles tensing: "An earthquake?!"
Quickly glancing at the display in his helmet, Stark was about to ask Friday if she had detected an earthquake, but he was interrupted again before he could speak.
"Rumble~" Looking towards the sound, he saw several huge cracks appearing in the ground. One was in the middle of the road, while the others were on both sides. The buildings on both sides were swallowed by the chasm-like cracks, collapsing one after another and kicking up a cloud of dust.
Seeing the huge cracks still expanding, Stark opened his mouth and closed it again, hesitating to speak.
This New York City is really damn unlucky! Just as the alien life left, a natural disaster arrived. Poor, disaster-stricken New York City.
While Stark was lamenting, the pedestrians on the ground weren't fools either; they ran away screaming. The reporters were so scared they didn't even want their equipment, dropping it and running.
The frantic advance of the huge cracks caused everything to collapse, and the asphalt road was torn up piece by piece. Taking the opportunity, Gwen leaped and landed on a streetlamp in a remaining corner. Following the advancing cracks with her eyes, Gwen was horrified to find that this didn't seem like an earthquake!
Because she saw something similar to an enlarged shark's dorsal fin coming from the cracks! She quickly turned to look at the other cracks; without exception, Gwen saw the same fin-like things.
Her mind had already filled in the blanks—it was as if some large monsters were moving rapidly underground. All of this wasn't caused by an earthquake, but by them arching up the ground?!
Gwen froze for a moment: "Is there another mad scientist in New York City doing biological modification?"
...Through the thermal imaging scan of the armor, Starksaw a pack of five large, shark-like monsters traveling underground. These large shark-like creatures were swimming rapidly beneath the surface.
Stark couldn't help but be startled: "What kind of species can swim in the soil?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Stark saw that they, who hadn't encountered any obstacles ahead in the scan, suddenly turned around and swam back in unison.
As if struck by lightning, Stark quickly turned his head to look behind him. Aside from the beach bordering the sea behind him, he saw nothing else.
"Are they going to swim back into the sea?...No, they came from this direction!"
Confirming Stark's suspicion, the five Sand Destroyer Beastss stopped when they swam to the coastal border and turned back again. Along the way, Stark noticed that their swimming speed significantly increased when they were on the beach.
"Sir, it might be because there is a large urban area ahead." Friday displayed a ground scan map. In it, when the Sand Destroyer Beastss chose to turn back, the geological hardness ahead had clearly increased by several levels.
Startled for a moment, Stark suddenly understood: "So they can only swim in soft ground? Is that why they swim faster in the sand?"
This was indeed the case. Stopping in the soil near the beach, the Sand Destroyer Beastss did not come out.
Having determined this, Stark was delighted: "Then I must eliminate them!"
Stark was full of confidence in this. They weren't alien life or some other powerful existence. Dealing with these few small mutant monsters on Earth, wouldn't it be easy for him?
"Roar—!" Suddenly, the Sand Destroyer Beastss fell into a frenzy and rushed towards a certain direction at high speed.
Stark suddenly turned his head and saw the Female Four-Armed Overlord transformed from Gwen rushing towards the Sand Destroyer Beastss with her fists clenched!
"Wait, it seems like the one that sent these monsters into a frenzy is her Four-Armed Overlord?"
On the other side.
Sensing a new yet familiar aura appearing in the Universe, Zhou Mo took a long, sharp intake of breath.
"If my feeling is correct, this is Eon..."