Chapter 639

Two seconds after his head was seized in one hand, Sentry's mind was gradually flooded by a certain emotion.

He was certain he had bitten this man.

The feel of teeth did not lie, nor did flesh and blood spraying. And yet the man standing before him remained utterly unmoved, as if nothing had happened. As if the terrifying virus that had infected everyone in his world was nothing at all.

"How is this possible?"

His mouth gaped wide, threads of cold air shivering between his teeth. In his world, Sentry had seen countless people who thought they could resist the virus with willpower. But no matter who they were, as long as they were bitten once, the hunger that crawled up from deep within their marrow would destroy everything.

Spider-Man had gone home when the virus flared up. His aunt and wife had both been there at the time. What happened afterward was easy enough to imagine.

Ant-Man had imprisoned his friend Black Panther in a basement, taking only a little each time.

Hulk got the largest share, and he even had a little trick: when he turned back into Banner, he could enjoy it a second time. Hulk always left leftovers for Banner.

Even Thor could not be immune. They devoured Earth within a year, then went into the universe—not that no one thought they could not go on like this, but when they were hungry, they simply could not think normally. Only after they had eaten enough meat would their brains possess the capacity for ordinary human thought.

More than once, Spider-Man had tried to kill himself while lucid, but he had never succeeded.

The psychic tendrils completely transmitted every thought in Sentry's mind to He Shenyan. The mage glanced at his bitten left hand; the wound