The ultimate pressure of death, a terrifying aura that paralyzed everyone 2

The Scarlet light stung Lynn's retina.

A scorching, Chaos Particles, accompanied by Wanda's near-manic screams, grazed past his left shoulder. A burst of pungent Ozone instantly filled the air. The attack was too fast and too brutal; it was clearly aimed at completely erasing Hela at the molecular level.

Lynn narrowed his eyes, his left hand still firmly supporting the heavily injured Gwen Stacy in his arms. He didn't take a step back, nor did he utter a sound to stop them. He needed these women, driven to madness, to test each other's limits, and he needed to use an absolute disparity in strength to shatter their ridiculous pride.

Hela did not look back.

Her pale finger, which was about to touch Lynn's cheek, hovered in mid-air.

Lynn clearly saw that the obsession in the eyes of the Goddess of Death was completely replaced by absolute tyranny in less than a tenth of a second. It was the fury of a Deity whose meal had been disturbed.

"You lowly insect."

Hela's thin lips parted slightly, her voice as soft as a sigh.

But that sigh became the final straw that broke the camel's back for the entire state of New Mexico. The chill she felt when crossing the Dimension rift was merely the lingering warmth she had inadvertently released. At this moment, Hela completely released the last bit of suppression she had placed on her divine power.

Boom!

There was no fire, no blast wave. There was only a layer of pure black ripples visible to the naked eye, which exploded outwards in a ring around Hela, close to the ground.

The temperature plummeted below freezing in the blink of an eye. Moisture in the air was instantly sucked away, condensing into tiny black icicles that fell down in a soft rustling sound.

The violent Scarlet Energy that Wanda unleashed struck the black ripples as if it had crashed into an insurmountable wall of sighs. The intense red light was stripped of its heat, and the Scarlet Particles twisted and struggled violently in mid-air before finally emitting a muffled explosion, completely frozen and Oblivion by the pure Death Energy, turning into a pile of grayish-white powder.

This palpable pressure of death swept across the entire arena like a tsunami.

In the distant sandpit, Coulson and dozens of elite S.H.I.E.L.D.. agents, who had initially just fainted, began to convulse violently and uncontrollably. Their capillaries ruptured extensively under the extreme cold and pressure, and bright red blood gushed wildly from their eyes, noses, and ears, freezing into dark red ice blocks the moment it came into contact with the air.

At this moment, his vital signs were forcibly suppressed to the limit of near death. Even painful groans were stuck in his throat, and he could only let out gasps like a broken bellows.

"Ugh--!"

A roar, a mixture of humiliation and pain, exploded at the edge of the ruins.

Having lost his divine power Thor was gritting his teeth and trying to stand up again, his hands bracing against the ground. This sudden, world-destroying pressure slammed into his back like an iron mountain.

Snap!

A chilling sound of bones cracking rang out. Thor's knees slammed into the frozen earth, his kneecaps shattering instantly. His proud Asgard royal spine was bent inch by inch, and in the end, he could only kneel in Hela's shadow in an extremely humiliating posture.

His hands dug into the frozen ground so hard that his fingernails were torn off, leaving a bloody mess. He desperately tried to lift his head, to look directly at that back, but the weight on his neck made even moving his eyes a luxury.

This is true Dimensionality-Reduction Strike. Before Deity of Universal-level, the struggles of mortals are laughable as insects.

The heroines who faced this Deity wrath met equally tragic ends.

Susan's prized negative Spatial Force Field couldn't withstand even a second of this oppressive force.

Bang!

The pale blue molecular shield shattered like cheap glass. A violent surge of Death Energy slammed into her chest, causing Susan to cough up blood. Her body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the hood of a wrecked armored vehicle. The vehicle caved in, and she slid limply to the ground, her vision completely blurred.

Natasha, hiding in the shadows, was even denied the chance to show herself. The shadows around her were forcibly dispelled by the Death Energy, and the heavy pressure pinned her firmly to the concrete ruins. Her bones groaned under the unbearable weight, each heartbeat felt like a blade slicing through her veins, and she couldn't even bend her fingers.

The one who suffered the most terrifying backlash was Wanda, who had just made her move so brazenly.

"Puff!"

Wanda's knees buckled, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. The Scarlet light in her eyes was forcibly suppressed back into her body by the Death Energy, and the Chaos Particles swirling around her were completely stripped of their activity.

She desperately tried to raise her hand to cast the spell again, but the immense pressure felt like tens of thousands of tons of deep-sea water, locking her limbs and bones firmly in place. She could only kneel on the ice, her eyes filled with jealousy, resentment, and extreme panic, staring intently at Hela's retreating figure.

Within a radius of ten miles, all things were desolate.

In this absolute death zone where even breathing became a luxury, everyone was utterly crushed. Avengers, agents, even the Skyfather-level Witch —no one was spared.

Only Lynn.

He stood less than half a meter in front of Hela, at the very eye of this destructive pressure.

The raging black wind lashed at his body like a meat grinder. Lynn forcibly shut down the system's Pain Suppression, letting the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart spread throughout his body.

The Dark Phoenix Mark within him emitted an excited hiss, and the Chaos Origin flowed wildly through his blood vessels. Meanwhile, the "Death Force Affinity" he had just plundered from the simulation was like a greedy Beast, frantically devouring the Death Energy around him that was trying to invade his body.

His muscles trembled violently under the immense pressure, and his bones made a faint grinding sound. But his hands holding Gwen Stacy remained as steady as a rock.

His back was ramrod straight, not even a millimeter bent.

Lynn slightly raised his chin, his deep black eyes showing no fear or pleading. He looked at the Goddess of Death so close to him, a cold, provocative smile slowly curving his lips.

This is the effect he wanted.

He doesn't need to make a move, he doesn't need to reveal his trump card. He only needs to stand here, using his mortal flesh and blood to withstand the pressure of the Deity, which is the most fatal conquest of this Universal-level Yandere.

Hela's breathing became completely disordered.

She slowly withdrew the Death Energy that had been pouring out, ignoring the crushed ants behind her. Her once ferocious eyes now only held the man before her.

He remained standing despite the oppressive force capable of crushing stars.

Just like when facing Odin's Divine Punishment in the Underworld Palace. Arrogant, unruly, and overbearing. This extreme masculine tension pierced the most twisted string deep within Hela's heart.

"Only you..."

Hela's voice was terribly hoarse, filled with a morbid obsession. The Scarlet tears in her eyes grew even more intense.

She slowly raised her hand, her pale, icy fingers finally touching Lynn's warm cheek without any resistance. The real touch from her fingertips sent shivers down the spine of this Goddess of Death had lived for thousands of years.

She slowly moved closer to Lynn, her cold lips almost touching his earlobe, but her gaze swept over Lynn's shoulder with a condescending disdain as she looked at Wanda, who was kneeling on the ground coughing up blood.

She was ready to declare her absolute sovereignty over this man to all living beings on this planet.