T'Challa looked up at the figure hovering in the sky, his pupils suddenly contracting as he instantly understood...
Extreme grief and an indescribable hatred instantly overwhelmed his mind.
"No... what did you do? What did you do?"
T'Challa roared in anguish and fury as he looked up to the sky.
Just then, the fighter jet behind him slowly landed, and more than twenty wounded soldiers and Dora Milaje rushed out of the jet.
Looking at the desolate, empty city, and seeing the clothes scattered all over the ground, everyone instantly understood what a desperate tragedy had occurred here.
Everyone looked up, their eyes bloodshot, glaring angrily at Wenwu in mid-air.
" Xu Wenwu, you monster, what have you done to our people?"
Okoye's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Wenwu, shouting angrily.
"How are they? Didn't you all guess?"
Wenwu slowly descended, landing in front of everyone with a mocking expression on his face.
He devoured millions of Wakanda without a trace of remorse.
In his eyes, killing them was no different from slaughtering livestock; he felt no burden whatsoever, and even felt completely at ease.
"Ah... Mother... Sister!!"
T'Challa hearing Wenwu's words, T'Challa roared wildly and charged towards the palace like a madman.
He completely broke down when he saw his mother's and sister's clothes scattered on the ground.
" Xu Wenwu, I want you dead!"
T'Challa, clad in his Black Panther Suit, charged out, fueled by boundless hatred, and pounced straight at Wenwu.
Okoye immediately gave the order, and the female guards raised their Vibranium Spear, unleashing beams of energy towards Wenwu.
"Overestimating oneself."
Wenwu shook his head dismissively and gently raised his hand.
T'Challa's Black Panther Suit suddenly tightened and crushed inwards, turning his already incredibly powerful body, which had reached the limits of human strength, into a pile of minced meat as fragile as a raw egg.
At the same moment, the Vibranium Spear in the hands of the female guards, like venomous snakes that came to life, suddenly turned and pierced their respective masters' throats.
The other soldiers and generals who were wounded and retreated from the front lines were also impaled by spears.
In the blink of an eye, everyone was dead.
Wakanda was completely destroyed.
What did you do?!
A furious roar suddenly echoed from the horizon.
Wenwu looked up and saw a figure enveloped in golden energy rushing towards him at high speed.
The opponent was flying at extremely high speed, and its aura was incredibly powerful.
Wenwu raised an eyebrow slightly, recognizing the newcomer.
Ikaris is the pinnacle of combat power among the Eternals.
The Celestials created the Eternals, a group of artificial immortal gods, who descended to Earth seven thousand years ago.
Their mission is to eradicate the Deviants, guide the development of human civilization, and ultimately bring about the birth of the Earth's core Celestial, Tiamut.
The Eternals consist of ten members, all possessing the characteristic of immortality and immunity to conventional physical damage. Each member has their own unique abilities.
Ikaris possesses extremely powerful abilities, including supersonic flight and even light-speed travel in space. His eyes can emit cosmic heat rays, and his physique and strength are also top-notch.
He has extremely high physical resistance, and ordinary attacks cannot kill him at all.
His abilities are similar to those of Superman from DC Comics, his combat power is comparable to Carol, and his close-combat abilities are estimated to be even better.
Of course, the true strength or weakness can only be determined after they have fought.
In the blink of an eye, Ikaris rushed to Wenwu's side.
"Damn demon, you have devoured millions of lives!"
Ikaris's eyes were cold.
A mere moment of negligence has resulted in the loss of such a massive population on Earth. This event would directly interfere with the birth of the Celestial, and the person before us deserves to die a thousand deaths.
"Don't make it sound so high-sounding. For thousands of years, your Eternals has guided humanity's development and population growth, just to nourish the Earth's core and await the birth of the Celestial, hasn't it?"
Wenwu looked disdainful and spoke.
"What do you mean?"
Ikaris's expression changed drastically; he had no idea that the Earth's core had given birth to Celestial.
What do you know?
Ikaris stared intently at Wenwu.
"If you want to know, go ask your captain!"
Wenwu smiled slightly.
"Hmph, trying to sow discord!"
Although Ikaris had come to believe Wenwu's words, an unprecedented murderous intent surged within him.
This matter absolutely cannot be allowed to spread to Wenwu. He knows very well that the other team members have deep ties with humans, and they might side with humans in the end.
He Ikaris to the Celestial!
His body surged with Cosmic Energy, and he charged straight at Wenwu, his eyes simultaneously shooting out two blazing energy beams.
"Heh, not only can your eyes release beams of energy, I can too."
Wenwu's lips curled into a smile.
When he devoured Attilan, he acquired several very useful superpowers, including Mordis's ability to fire high-temperature pulse beams from his eyes.
Mordis was mutated by the Terrigen Mist, and his eyes can unleash devastating pulse beams of light, so powerful that even he himself struggles to control them.
In his early years, he caused a great disaster due to his uncontrolled abilities, resulting in the deaths of many Attilan civilians.
Black Bolt had no choice but to imprison him in a special cell on the moon Attilan for an extended period, sealing his eyes with an iron mask to prevent his powers from leaking out.
When Wenwu devoured the entire Attilan, Mordis was not spared either, and was also devoured, his supernatural abilities thus being successfully stripped away by Wenwu.
"Boom!"
The two golden beams of energy collided violently.
Wenwu's own strength far surpassed that of Mordis, and the power of the beam he released was much greater, even comparable to that of Ikaris.
boom!
As their beams of light clashed violently, Ikaris delivered a powerful punch at close range.
Wenwu was not to be outdone and also threw a punch to meet the attack.
The moment their fists collided, a violent shockwave swept outwards, tearing apart the surrounding buildings.
The building collapsed with a deafening roar, blasting a huge crater into the ground.
The two stood firmly in place, completely still, their strength evenly matched.
Ikaris's face darkened; he had never expected his opponent to be so powerful, and his killing intent grew even stronger.
"Boom boom boom..."
The two engaged in another fierce battle, moving at extreme speeds, their repeated collisions creating a deafening roar like incessant thunder.
Figures intertwined and overlapped, the aftershocks of their clashes continuously collapsing surrounding buildings, creating a scene resembling the apocalypse.
The deafening roar of the fight echoed for miles around, and countless wild Beast and ferocious animals retreated in terror to their dens, trembling with fear.
Such a massive commotion and energy fluctuation were captured by satellites around the world.
Upon seeing the transmitted images, all the countries fell into a deathly silence.
On one side, a battle of Wenwu is raging on the North America battlefield against Carol; on the other side, on the Africa continent, another battle of Wenwu and strength is taking place between a mysterious and powerful figure.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, their hearts filled with Shocker.
The simultaneous appearance of two Wenwu in both civil and military affairs, possessing such terrifying combat power, is completely beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
Inside the S.W.O.R.D., Fury and a group of agents stared at the footage from the two battlefields, then at the battle reports showing the Ten Rings Empire's army crushing their own forces. The room was deathly silent.
"We're finished. China has swept through all our bases in Southeast Asia, and its army is pressing towards our borders. Meanwhile, Tsarist Russia troops are advancing rapidly into the Alaska interior!"
An agent trembled uncontrollably as he spoke in a shaky voice.
Upon hearing this, everyone else fell silent.
"Director, what choice do you think the higher-ups will make next?"
Coulson turned pale, looked at Fury, and asked in a deep voice.
"The only option left to gamble on is using nuclear weapons."
Fury felt as if all his strength had been drained, and he slumped into his chair.
"Given the current technological level of the Ten Rings Empire, our nuclear missiles simply cannot reach their targets and will be easily intercepted."
Coulson's words were filled with despair.
After he finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence once again.