Bai Cangshu's True Form

"Black Face, draw your sword!"

Black Face stepped forward. With his left hand gripping the scabbard, he used his terrifying Spiritual Pressure and divinity to withstand the Chaos Magic. His right hand grasped the hilt, and the drawing motion accelerated from slow to fast, incomparably smooth.

The next moment, visible blue-white motes of light continuously gathered toward the long white tachi in Black Face's hand. The terrifying Spiritual Pressure was completely absorbed into that single slash.

That smooth sword-drawing motion was like a black hole, inexplicably drawing everyone's attention.

Captain Marvel and Wanda both felt their hearts sink as an incomparably eerie and dangerous sensation enveloped them.

Meanwhile, Ebony Maw and White Face, watching from a more distant building, reacted differently.

Ebony Maw muttered words no one could hear, while White Face's eyes revealed alarm. Black Face was Bai Cangshu's top jailer, guarding the Throne of the Heart within that white world of consciousness.

The last time this sword-drawing technique had appeared, everyone—from Satoru Gojo to Uchiha Madara—had been defeated by a single strike.

God's Slash!

Buzz!

The enormous pitch-black fan-shaped arc seemed to split open the space above New York, exposing the dark void within.

Yet upon closer inspection, what emerged from that void was not a starry sky, but countless faint, shadowy black phantoms. Boundless malice and terrifying resentment radiated from within.

Wanda raised both hands. She did not possess any particularly profound spellcasting or combat techniques. What she had was merely an instinct for casting spells.

The versatility of Chaos Magic allowed her to deal with nearly any situation using this one power.

This time was no exception. The black fan-shaped arc froze before her and stopped expanding. What should have been a pitch-black full moon became only a crescent moon thousands of meters wide, restrained by