Vishanti's Gift

Chu Hang pushed open the doors to the Avengers Compound's main hall.

Stephen Strange sat cross-legged in midair, surrounded by dozens of golden magic circles.

The Eye of Agamotto hung from his chest, glowing green.

But Strange was in terrible condition.

His face was frighteningly pale, his forehead covered in sweat, blood seeping from the corners of his eyes. The magic circles trembled violently, with one or two occasionally shattering outright into scattered golden fragments.

Wanda stood nearby, scarlet energy coiling around her fingers.

Thor leaned against the wall, gripping Stormbreaker. Five Infinity Stones were set into its handle, glowing faintly.

He had naturally removed the Time Stone from Stormbreaker and given it to Strange. After all, Strange was far better at using the Time Stone than he was.

Chu Hang walked over and stopped before Strange.

He knew what Strange was doing—using the Time Stone to deduce the Council of Kangs' invasion route, hoping to glimpse the enemy's plans in advance.

It was a good idea, but the Multiverse was a complete mess now. Countless timelines intertwined and collided, with new branches emerging every second. Forcing a deduction under such circumstances was like counting raindrops in a storm.

The human mind simply could not withstand it.

Another magic circle shattered.

Strange grunted, his body swaying.

Chu Hang raised a hand, and a force steadied him.

Strange opened his eyes, green light still lingering in his pupils. He looked at Chu Hang and gave a bitter smile.

"I saw some things." His voice was hoarse. "They were too fragmented to piece together. There are more Kangs than we imagined, and they possess a kind of power I've never seen before. It can directly alter causality and erase existence."

Chu Hang nodded.

The Council of Kangs was indeed difficult to deal