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Green light tore through the sky.

It was not a beam of light, but more like a red-hot iron rod dropped straight down from orbit. It came with a shrill howl, setting the air along its path ablaze. Before it even hit the ground, a scorching blast of heat pressed down, instantly withering and curling the grass on the lawn, filling the air with a burnt smell.

Maria held Monica in her arms, her mind completely blank. Even her scream caught in her throat. She was just an ordinary mother. With death bearing down so tangibly, all she could do was close her eyes and hold her daughter tightly against her chest.

Carol reacted a beat faster. Every cell in her body screamed, and the combat instincts implanted in her by the Kree made her instinctively want to charge forward. Golden cosmic energy seeped from beneath her skin. She bent her knees slightly, ready to use her own body to crash into that pillar of death.

But she knew it was too late.

That thing was too fast, too close.

Just then, Chu Hang, standing on the roof, moved.

He merely raised his right hand toward the descending green light and spread his fingers.

There was no charging up, no slogan, not even a flicker of energy. His movement was as calm as if he were snapping his fingers, or simply trying to catch a tennis ball tossed by a friend.

Then, he gently closed his fist.

Buzz—

A deeply muffled sound rang out, as though it had come from another dimension.

Something bizarre happened.

The destructive beam, enough to vaporize the house and everything within a hundred meters, stopped less than three meters above the roof tiles.

It simply stopped in midair.

It struck nothing and stirred not the