Death's ultimate pressure, a terrifying aura that paralyzed everyone

Hela's gaze was fixed on Lynn. Her eyes, which were originally filled with savagery, were now filled with a sickly Scarlet light. Her pale lips trembled slightly, and her chest heaved violently.

In that very second when she lost control of her emotions, the already suppressed black Death Energy erupted completely!

"Boom--"

There was no fire, no explosion, only a pure, black shockwave that swept wildly outwards from Hela's center, close to the ground.

Where the shockwave passed, the few remaining camel thorn bushes on the desert instantly Carbonization, turning into black ash with the wind. The white frost on the ground was stained with an eerie inky color.

The first to be affected were the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D..

Coulson, who had been lying in the sandpit panting for breath, didn't even have time to scream when the black shockwave swept over his body. The air in his lungs was instantly sucked out, his eyes bulged bloodshot, and blood gushed from his nose. His eyes rolled back, and his head slammed heavily onto the cold sand, instantly losing consciousness.

The dozens of fully armed agents behind him fell like stalks of Maze being cut down.

Several Heavy Armor in the distance simultaneously had their sturdy bulletproof windows shatter inwards. The heavy vehicles emitted a piercing metallic twisting sound, and their roofs were crushed by half a meter.

"Ugh--"

A low growl filled with humiliation echoed through the storm.

Thor dug his hands into the frozen earth, veins bulging on his arms. He struggled to stand, trying to grab the Mjolnir that was so close to him.

But this dark, oppressive weight was like an invisible mountain, pressing down hard on his back. His kneecaps scraped against the ice, making a cracking sound.

"Hela..." Thor gritted his teeth, forcing out the bloody words, "You... banished madwoman... Asgard will never..."

Hela, suspended in mid-air, finally lowered her eyes as if to bestow a favor, and glanced at him.

The look in his eyes was like that of someone looking at a stray dog rolling in the mud.

"Odin's foolish son." Hela's lips curled into a cruel sneer. Her voice wasn't loud, but it pierced everyone's ears clearly. "Without your divine power, you're not even worthy to be my stepping stone. Shut up, and crawl like an insect."

She didn't even move a finger, she just snorted coldly.

"Bang!"

Thor's body felt as if it had been struck in the chest by an invisible giant hammer. He was sent flying dozens of meters away, crashing heavily into a stub of concrete wall. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and could no longer get up.

Having dealt with the noisy fly, Hela turned her gaze back to the center of the ruins.

But before his gaze could reach Lynn, three obstructive women blocked his way.

On the left, Susan's azure shield had been compressed to its limit. The originally semi-circular Force Field was now pressed tightly against her skin. The surface of the shield was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and each Impact of Death Energy would cause the cracks to widen.

Susan's knees trembled, and blood kept spilling from the corner of her mouth, staining her white shirt red.

"Lynn..." she turned her head with difficulty, her voice hoarse, "Quick... backwards... this monster... something's wrong..."

"Retreat? Why should we retreat?" Lynn said calmly, supporting Gwen's Gwen Stacy back with one hand, even having the leisure to tidy her forehead hair that was damp with cold sweat.

On the right, Wanda's eyes were completely filled with Scarlet. The Chaos Particles around her were being frantically devoured by the black Death Energy, and the red light that could originally cover half a block was now forcibly compressed into an area of two meters around her.

But Wanda had no idea what retreat meant. She stared intently at Hela in mid-air, her ten fingers twisted into claws, the red light at her fingertips like materialized blades.

"Go back to your Hell, you old woman!" Wanda screamed, her voice filled with the frenzy of a lioness protecting her prey. "Don't look at him with your filthy eyes! He's mine!"

Hela's eyebrows shot up sharply.

A murderous intent instantly surged in her Scarlet eyes.

"A wild cat tainted by inferior magic dares to bare its teeth in front of its master?" Hela sneered contemptuously, casually grabbing at the air with her right hand.

In an instant, more than a dozen jet-black Night Sky Sword materialized in the air. These blades were entirely black, radiating a chilling light, and with Hela's gesture, they transformed into more than a dozen black lightning bolts, heading straight for Wanda's facade!

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

The Night Sky Sword pierced through Wanda's outer Chaos Shield without any resistance. The Scarlet Particles were instantly frozen and shattered upon contact with the blade.

Wanda's face turned pale, and she could only forcibly draw upon her primal magical power to form a thick red shield in front of her.

"Boom!"

The immense Impact sent Wanda and her shield staggering back more than ten steps, her feet carving two deep furrows in the ice. She groaned, forcing back the blood that rose in her throat, but the jealousy and murderous intent in her eyes burned even more fiercely.

As for Natasha, hiding in the shadows, she didn't even have the right to show herself. She huddled in the shadows of the ruins, her muscles convulsing uncontrollably. She bit her tongue hard, forcing herself to stay conscious through the excruciating pain. The poisoned dagger in her hand had a blade that was brittle from the Death Energy. She knew very well that if she dared to peek out, the all-pervasive pressure of death would instantly crush her internal organs into a pulp.

The entire hall fell silent.

The entire Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. out, Thor was seriously injured and collapsed, and the three women who had used all their trump cards were completely suppressed.

This desert has been completely taken over by Hela.

But in this realm of death where even breathing is a luxury, there is one person who always stands.

Lynn did not deploy any magical shields. He did not use Chaos Magic, nor did he borrow the flames of the Dark Phoenix.

He stood there quietly, wearing only that thin black shirt, holding the seriously injured Gwen Stacy in one arm.

The raging black Death Energy washed over his body, yet failed to leave even a white mark on his skin. On the contrary, the Death Force Affinity he had just plundered was greedily absorbing the surrounding chill.

This terrifying pressure, enough to crush the Avengers, was like a cool summer rain to Lynn.

He slightly raised his chin, his deep black eyes staring directly at Hela in mid-air.

There was no fear, no awe, only a calm acceptance of everything, and a hint of mockery.

Hela's breathing became rapid.

She looked at the tall figure in the center of the ruins. She looked at him ignoring her immense weight, enough to crush mountains, and at his familiar eyes that made her soul tremble.

He stood like this in the Underworld Palace.

He stood like this before Odin's vanguard.

Even under the destructive radiance of the Gungnir, he still stood there, using his flesh and blood to shield her.

"You..." Hela's voice was hoarse, with an almost pathological tremor.

She slowly withdrew the Death Energy that had been pressing down on Wanda and Susan, and at this moment, all her attention and emotions were focused on Lynn alone.

She stepped onto the black staircase that had solidified in the void, descending step by step into the air.

Her black and green War Armor fluttered in the cold wind. Her pale, arrogant face was now filled with the fervor of something lost and regained.

Everyone in the room was lying on the ground or bent over, struggling to stay upright.

Only Lynn stood tall, like a tyrant awaiting his subjects, quietly watching the Universal-level Goddess of Death walk step by step towards him.

Hela stopped two meters in front of Lynn.

She didn't look at the burned girl in Lynn's arms, nor did she pay attention to the gazes around her that seemed to want to devour her alive.

She slowly raised her right hand, her pale, slender fingers trembling slightly, as she reached out to touch Lynn's cheek.

"I found it..." Hela's lips twisted into an extremely distorted grin, and the Scarlet in her eyes was so intense it seemed to drip blood.

This time, no one will take you away from me.

Lynn looked at the Goddess of Death so close to him, and instead of dodging the cold hand, he slightly curled the corner of his mouth.

"Is that so?" he asked in a low voice, his tone revealing extreme arrogance.

Just as Hela's fingertips were about to touch Lynn's skin...

"Boom!"

A Scarlet Energy, ten times more violent than before, mixed with fury powerful enough to tear space apart, slashed out fiercely from the side, heading straight for Hela's back!

Wanda's scream tore through the frigid air.

"Get your filthy hands off him!"