Green skin could withstand explosions and bullets, but it could not completely shut out the all-pervasive, omnidirectional crushing force.
His instinctive desire to survive roared—upward! Swim to the surface! Swim toward air and sunlight!
But how could Norman Osborn, this deep-sea behemoth swollen to an unbelievable extent by madness and power, let him go?
He had fully adapted to this high-pressure, lightless environment, even thriving in it like a fish in water. Every movement Hulk made in his attempt to break upward was met with Osborn's even more savage interception.
That giant tail lashed down like the whip of a sea god, enormous claws descended from above to seize him, or that colossal body, vast enough to inspire despair, simply rammed straight into him. Exploiting its terrifying mass advantage, it smashed Hulk viciously into the deeper darkness below or sent him crashing into the steel wreckage of the base, which was continuously collapsing and spewing deadly fragments and whirlpools.
What Osborn lifted up was not "waves"—at a depth of ten thousand meters, waves in the traditional sense no longer existed. What he churned up were destructive deep-sea surges and Shockwaves.
Each time he Exerted force to twist that hundred-meter body, each time his massive limbs slammed into the seawater, a huge low-pressure vortex filled with suction formed behind him, while a nearly tangible high-pressure Water Wall, mixed with bubbles, metal fragments, and extreme water pressure, surged forward.
This force was so powerful that it not only impeded Hulk, but even accelerated the disintegration of the surrounding Eye of Neptune wreckage.
Under the violent currents Osborn created, massive metal plates seemed to be struck a second time by an invisible giant hammer. They gave off even more piercing wails, twisted and fractured faster, and were swept into deeper darkness.
Every one