Intense light, searing heat, foul stench.
These phenomena, accompanied by piercing roars and pallid smoke, filled the surrounding space.
Flying in midair, Daisy stole a glance at Sif nearby. Seeing the Asgardian warrior standing ready with a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, she quietly lowered the little hand she had been about to use to cover her nose. She hurriedly adjusted her expression and put on a brave, fearless look, chin raised and chest out.
But anyone looking closely would have noticed that she was holding her breath.
Su Ming stood at the edge of the ravine with one hand resting on his curved blade, looking down at the situation below. The thing that resembled a lump of rotten mud kept writhing and splitting in the flames, but the damage had not reached the desired level.
Judging by its overall volume, the thermite bomb had inflicted very limited damage. The flames did restrain it, and it suffered terribly when burned through, but at the same time, it was regenerating at high speed.
Biological healing was common, practically a dime-a-dozen ability in Marvel. Aside from the first generation of heroes from Holloway's era decades ago, in the new century, neither heroes nor villains could show their faces in battle without a Healing Factor.
Yet this nonliving substance before them possessed a kind of healing that even Su Ming could not quite understand. That was interesting.
"A self-healing substance with its own thoughts. It lacks the shared traits of living creatures, but it isn't a machine or a demon either."
Deathstroke stroked his beard and crouched down with great interest, narrowing his eyes as he muttered to himself.
Daisy came up behind him, gripping her hammer tightly as her large eyes watched the smoking, burning mud mass