At this moment, Stark once again saw the vast, boundless starry sky.
Once again, he vaguely saw that enormous shadow hanging above Earth in the universe.
An emotion of utter oppression surged through Stark's heart.
This unmatched power filled Stark with such despair.
How could such technology exist? How many years would it take Earth to develop enough to catch up?
Still, the one thing worth celebrating was that Earth had a group of companions who could protect it alongside him. It had S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers.
But when his gaze moved down from the oppressive, enormous shadow in the sky, he saw an even more terrifying scene.
A wave of despair suddenly surged into Stark's heart, leaving him unable to believe anything before his eyes.
On a tiered platform lay dozens of familiar corpses.
Stark's hands trembled involuntarily as he took two steps forward. Even he failed to notice that his footsteps were trembling and growing weak.
On the platform, Hulk's enormous body was still convulsing nonstop. His once-furious face was tightly furrowed, its gray pallor revealing the presence of death. Even with his incomparably powerful physique and Superman-like recovery speed—
Yet the four enormous metal blades piercing through his back, the green fresh blood pooling across the ground, and the countless wounds covering his body all showed that Hulk would not live much longer.
Natasha lay on the ground, having already lost her breath, still clutching the pistol he had prepared for her. The Electric Shock Discs on her arm flickered twice before going out completely.
Beside Natasha sat Barton, dressed in a combat vest.
Clint Barton had no obvious wounds on his body. But the enormous hole through his forehead was enough to make anyone who saw him conclude that he was certainly dead.
Even so, he