The Cosmic Demon's destructive energy was like countless vibrating microscopic blades.
It eroded Su Ming's body from every direction without pause.
Every inch of flesh, every cell, let out an overwhelmed wail.
On a deeper level, his soul core
was enduring a terrifying pressure far beyond the physical, as though it were about to be torn to pieces.
Su Ming was pinned tightly against Earth's energy barrier,
like a sufferer nailed to a cross, unable to move.
The eyes of the entire world were focused on him alone.
Humanity's collective emotions rose and fell like a roller coaster,
soaring every time he resolved a crisis.
But now,
they plummeted savagely to the bottom as he was utterly suppressed,
sinking into a silent abyss of despair.
The faint, absurd hope that had just arisen because of Su Ming's miraculous "stamp"
was now completely extinguished.
Those heartfelt wishes and prayers, before such an absolute gap in power,
seemed so pale and powerless.
They could no longer provide any tangible help to the figure struggling to hold on atop the barrier.
Watching helplessly as the "Crimson Silver Baron," who had only just risen and brought endless hope to the world,
had his body continuously break apart within the demon's energy, his flesh stripped away,
until even stark white bones were exposed,
everyone understood that this was not merely the fall of a hero.
It was the approaching end of human civilization itself.
The vulnerable people had long since been reduced to tears,
but even more wore faces ashen and utterly devoid of light.
It was the emptiness left behind after hope had been completely torn away.
On S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Helicarrier, Nick Fury's single eye was fixed on the horrifying sight of Su Ming's exposed skeleton on the screen,
his fist clenched so tightly that