Exhaustion of Stamina, the Avengers Nearing Despair!

The meat grinder inside the Mirror Dimension ran frantically, shouldering the vast majority of the pressure for the real world.

Yet out on the streets of New York, the situation remained brutally fierce.

The military dared not use weapons of mass destruction in the urban area, leaving them to frantically cram civilians into underground bunkers and subway stations.

The life and death of the entire city rested heavily on the shoulders of the few members of the Avengers.

Even though the sorcerers had pulled away half of the enemies, the remaining alien army still covered the sky and earth.

Faced with the endless interstellar fleet, the superheroes also began to feel the strain.

Mid-air, Thor blazed with thunder all over his body.

He raised Mjolnir, and the raging lightning danced like chaotic thunder snakes, directly blocking the portal entrance.

Boom, boom, boom!

A large batch of Chitauri fodder was blasted into minced meat the moment they poked their heads out, and the wreckage came crashing down like a rain of debris, piling up into a small mountain at the bottom of Stark Tower.

Still, Thor was not a perpetual motion machine, after all.

The high-intensity area attacks caused his divine power to drain at a rapid pace.

Without lasting much longer, Thor could only retract the lightning helplessly, turning around to deal with the thick-skinned Leviathan.

Hulk leaped into the air, tore apart several alien grunts on the rooftop, and then crashed down onto the back of a Leviathan alongside Thor.

A harsh sound of metal snapping rang out.

Hulk let out a furious roar, forcefully ripping off a huge metal dorsal fin and driving it backhand viciously into the Leviathan's body.

Thor caught the intent instantly, smashing a hammer down onto the metal fin.

Lightning surged madly into the internal organs of the Leviathan along the metal.

Accompanied by a heaven-shaking scream, the power-less behemoth plunged headfirst into the church below, kicking up a sky-full of smoke and dust.

This never-ending nightmare!

Looking at the warships still buzzing about in the sky, Thor gnashed his teeth and cursed angrily.

Bang!

Hulk backhanded Thor flying with a punch, and with a single bound of his own, clung to the glass exterior wall of a skyscraper.

Following one fierce battle after another, Hulk's speed had also slowed down visibly to the naked eye.

Conservation of energy was an ironclad law.

Even if alien peashooters could not pierce his green skin, the non-stop leaping and slaughtering still made Hulk feel a deep sense of exhaustion.

Shaking his sore arms, Hulk roared once more, hurling himself toward the next Leviathan.

Two streets away.

Black Widow held a gun in each hand, spitting tongues of flame.

The alien grunts lacked pain and fear of death, but their combat skills were trashy to the extreme.

Natasha moved like a ghost, and after emptying her magazines, closed in for hand-to-hand combat directly, disposing of several approaching grunts neatly.

The battle over, she leaned against an abandoned car and panted heavily.

Covered in injuries, blood continually spilled from the corners of her mouth and nostrils, her face as white as paper.

She forced herself to stand straight, picked up a discarded alien energy gun on the ground, and continued pushing forward.

In another neighborhood.

Captain America was shielding a group of people as they sprinted wildly.

Several Chitauri officers with independent thought drove the civilians into a dead end, preparing to detonate high-explosive charges for a massacre.

At the very moment of crisis!

A Vibranium Shield whistled through the air, precisely shearing off the detonator.

Steve lunged like a leopard, his iron fist smashing savagely into the enemy's skull before destroying the communication module in one fluid motion.

Immediately following, engaging his waist strength, he grabbed a nearby grunt and violently twisted his arms in a double-lock.

Crack!

The cervical spine of the alien biochemical body snapped instantly.

No sooner had Steve tossed the corpse aside than a bulky figure lunged onto his back, locking down his arms in a death grip.

Straight ahead, another enemy raised his gun and fired.

Steve abruptly dropped his stance, delivering a ferocious backward elbow strike while carrying the enemy on his back to block the lethal beam.

Seeing this, the armed alien pulled out a grenade, preparing for mutual destruction.

Boom!

Blue energy exploded fiercely.

Steve raised his shield to take the brunt, his entire body blown flying a dozen meters by the shock wave, crashing heavily and denting a compact car.

Spitting out a bloody glob of spit, Steve wiped his chin roughly and snatched up his shield once again.

He was long used to this kind of life-or-death crisis.

Confirming the safety of the civilians, he charged toward Natasha's direction without looking back.

High in the sky, the crimson and gold armor maneuvered continuously.

Tony blasted a flyer to pieces with a repulsor ray.

"Sir, the armor's remaining energy has dropped to fifty percent."

"I know, JARVIS."

Tony clenched his teeth tightly, changing tactics instantly to shut down high-energy-consumption weapons.

He utilized the tactical blind spots of the buildings to weave back and forth.

The Chitauri flyers turned clumsily, unable to brake in time, and successively crashed and destroyed themselves against the glass curtain walls.

Alas, good times did not last.

The alien commander quickly saw through the trap, ordering a halt to close-range pursuit.

Tony's mob-clearing efficiency plummeted to rock bottom in an instant.

On the vantage point.

Hawkeye knelt on one knee at the edge of the rooftop, his bowstring buzzing.

Specialized explosive arrows precisely reaped targets in mid-air.

Yet a massive horde of alien infantry had already crawled densely up the exterior walls of the building.

The continuous drawing of the bow left the muscles in his arms nearly torn, a sour, aching sensation piercing straight to his bone marrow.

Yet he had no way out, and could only bite his teeth hard, drawing a new arrow from his quiver.

Everyone was fighting for their lives, but the enemy's numbers still showed no bottom.

The portal in the high sky was like an abyss's maw, madly vomiting monsters toward Earth without end.

The stamina of the Avengers was approaching the red line.

With no other choice, Steve could only order a contraction of the defense lines to huddle together for warmth.

Close the portal?

Simply impossible.

Under the concentrated suppression of the massive enemy forces, no one could get close.

Let alone that the pure energy shield of the Tesseract could not be broken by force.

A feeling of despair began to spread across the battlefield.

The very instant when everyone was about to fail to hold on.

Mid-air, sparks suddenly flew everywhere.

Several glaring golden-yellow magic portals took form ferociously above the ruins of the real world!

Several figures strode out from the halos, Raine's gaze sharp as lightning, facing the sky-full alien army directly.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

New York, the street ruins beside Stark Tower.

Several figures wearing sorcerer robes were staring at each other in blank dismay.

Carter led several Medical Team apprentices and had gotten completely lost.

He used to be a frontline mainstay, only retreating to the second line to teach after being injured. Today the front lines lacked manpower, and he was temporarily assigned to lead a team for logistics. As a result, having been away from the battlefield for too long, his positioning spell suffered a severe error.

The entire squad did not enter the Mirror Dimension, but instead fell directly into the war-torn real world!

"Master, the situation around us isn't right!"

An apprentice's teeth chattered wildly.

Carter looked at the Chitauri flyers buzzing all over the sky, and his heart sank sharply.

A veteran's intuition told him things were going to go bad.

They were only three blocks away from the New York Sanctum.

Usually, there was a secure internal passage, but he had greedily chased speed to force-open a portal and flipped the car as a result.

Now that the formations were fully active, they had to fight their way raw to the front gates of the Sanctum to get inside.

"All personnel on alert! Destination New York Sanctum, prepare to break through!"

Carter roared sharply.

The logistics apprentices behind him went weak in the knees on the spot.

Backing medicinal formulas in the rear every day, where had they ever seen such a bloody scene of severed limbs covering the ground?

"Master, we've never been on the front lines!"

"Less nonsense! Draw your weapons if you don't want to turn into minced meat!"

The old sorcerer bellowed.

On the empty street, this handful of people looked simply as dazzling as torches in the dead of night.

The surrounding Chitauri army immediately caught the scent and swarmed over.

Hum!

Carter pulled apart two golden magic shields with both hands abruptly.

The few apprentices followed suit, trembling, their hands shaking so badly they could not even maintain the shields.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Piercing energy beams swept across like pouring water.

The old sorcerer bit down hard on his teeth, fighting desperately with his shields to parry.

Still, he carried old injuries on his body after all, and his stamina drained rapidly.

Before lasting a few minutes, he began to pant violently.

Looking back at the spineless apprentices, Carter knew deep down that there would be no good ending today.

"Listen up! I'll hold the monsters off, you guys run toward the Sanctum! Don't even look back!"

"Master..." The apprentices' eye sockets turned red.

"Get lost!"

Carter roared, puffing out his chest as he prepared to overdraw his life force for a forward charge.

At that very life-or-death moment!

"Vishanti's Holy Sword!"

A fierce roar exploded abruptly in mid-air.

Golden light materialized! Carter only felt his vision blur sharply.

A huge magic sword dozens of meters long swept horizontally. The dozen or so alien biochemical soldiers clustered in the very front row didn't even manage to emit a scream before being chopped in half instantly!

Foul-smelling bodily fluids sprayed all over the ground.

The apprentices behind him nearly popped their eyeballs out onto the ground.

"Such power! Could it be that some Master has descended?"

"Bulls***, what ordinary Master has such ferocity! It must be the Sorcerer Supreme coming to save us!"

"Are you blind, the Sorcerer Supreme is a woman!"

Amidst the exclamations, Raine put away the lightsaber and landed steadily in the exact center of the street.

Carter saw clearly who had come, and froze completely.

"Ding!"

"The host has displayed holiness in public."

"Proficiency for Vishanti's Holy Sword has increased explosively!"

Listening to the electronic voice in his mind, Raine's expression turned extremely colorful.

Fighting and flexing could even come with a side of grinding skill experience?

This wave was a massive profit!