As Ancient One's soul completely departed, Stephen Strange fell unconscious and released his control over time. At last, the skies above New York returned to normal.
At the same time, the Avengers, who had repeated the same actions in the same time loop an unknown number of times, finally recovered. Staring at the familiar figure overhead, they seemed to understand what had happened.
Iron Man Tony Stark in particular had long known that Allen intended to make a move against a certain dimensional demon god.
Combined with the strange phenomena from earlier, if he still did not understand, then he did not deserve to be called a genius.
"Mr. Stark! Isn't that Mr. Allen?" Spider-Man Peter Parker was the first to step forward and ask cautiously.
Iron Man nodded instinctively. "Hmm! It looks like this was a war between dimensional demon gods, and Allen has already won."
"A war? You mean..."
Natasha instantly leaped out of a mass of black shadow, her entire body radiating a chilling aura.
At this moment, she truly lived up to the nickname "Black Widow."
No matter who it was, as long as they entered the "web" woven from Shadow Energy, they would immediately suffer endless ambushes and assassinations.
During the Avengers' internal combat training, whether it was Spider-Man or Quicksilver, who prided himself on his speed and reactions, both had once had their necks touched by those slender, beautiful hands.
And everyone knew that once Natasha touched your neck, it meant you were already dead.
Because in a real battle, that hand would turn into a magical blade infused with Shadow Energy, or that tiny sphere possessing terrifying destructive power.
Poor Peter Parker was clearly a little afraid of Black Widow. He immediately backed away in panic, making way for this "senior."
Seeing this,