The Nine Sons of Hell were thus separated. Furious and alarmed, they fled outward while launching long-range attacks at Tony, trying to stop him from continuing to use his abilities.
Tony sneered. The moment any attack came near him, it automatically curved away. The space around him was distorted.
Then, Tony rapidly waved both hands. Following his movements, the Sons of Hell were forcibly separated, each confined to a different area. Their expressions changed as they tried to reunite with the others, but no matter how they moved forward, they could not get any closer to the other Sons of Hell.
The same was true for Fake Flash. The faster he ran, the farther he got from everyone else. It could not be helped—the space around him was not linear.
"Next comes the easy part: picking them off one by one."
Iron Man was excited. In a one-on-one fight, none of the Nine Sons of Hell were his match. He could kill them in a short time.
"Susan, get to work. We have to be quick. Once they find a flaw in the space, they'll escape. Besides, those Demon Kings and the Villain Alliance definitely won't just stand by and watch us deal with these Sons of Hell."
Iron Man shouted. At the same time, he teleported in front of Brandon, one of the Sons of Hell. Countless Space Lines shot toward Brandon like lasers.
Brandon was shocked and hurriedly dodged. The problem was that Space Lines were different from lasers. Lasers could not change direction midway, but Space Lines could. Before long, Brandon's body was pierced again and again, and he let out miserable screams.
As soon as Iron Man finished shouting, Susan entered the fray. She aimed her hand at Fake Flash and rapidly compressed the space around