Crack! Crack!
A fissure rose from underground, spreading upward at an incredible speed.
Then came a second, then a third. In barely a dozen seconds, the mountain suppressing Samael had become riddled with cracks.
At the same time, viscous black liquid seeped from the fissures, corroding the mountain and the snow-covered ground.
Gulp!
Spider-Sense blared frantically. Peter Parker swallowed with difficulty.
"Scott, can you throw a few more mountains on top of him?
I'll go find you some rocks."
"If you want me dead, just say so." Scott was panicking too, but he still forced himself to appear calm in front of the younger superhero, Peter Parker.
As a senior, he had to stay composed in a crisis like this.
"Is it too late for us to run? I remember Mr. Gaius has a flying motorcycle.
Once we get back, we can ask the Shadow Holy Court to deal with Samael. The Pope has the God of Contracts' blessing. He can definitely defeat him."
"No, you don't know him.
If he saw what was happening here, he might run faster than we would."
As they spoke, the mountain collapsed with a deafening roar.
Countless shattered rocks kicked up clouds of dust, and an oppressive figure stood amid the ruins.
His eyes were dark gold, the upper half of his face stained by darkness. He was handsome yet faintly feral, with a pair of two-meter-long black wings behind him.
All three of them shuddered in unison, instinctively gripped by fear.
Samael shook his head, slowly folded his wings, and raised a hand slightly. Zemo, unconscious at his feet, floated into the air and followed him out of the rubble.
"We should've run earlier," Scott said bitterly. "Even if we probably couldn't have escaped, at least we wouldn't have to face this