Qin could feel an unprecedented, immense power within her body, enveloped in golden-red flames, like the cry of the universe at its birth.
Without the slightest hesitation, she manipulated this vibrant energy, transforming it into a gigantic phoenix phantom that lunged towards the Scarlet Witch.
Wanda initially underestimated Jean; in her eyes, he was just a Mutants had not yet fully awakened, with mixed and uncontrollable powers.
The phoenix's flames tore through her Chaos Magic, giving her a slight surprise, but that was all.
Faced with the menacing golden fire phoenix, the Scarlet Witch simply raised her hand calmly.
"Very powerful," her voice was flat, hollow, and cold, "But you are too weak."
The next second, the scarlet energy was no longer spikes or energy beams, but transformed into a viscous, bottomless red ocean.
The ocean instantly swallowed the golden phoenix; there was no violent explosion, only silent Oblivion.
The golden flames struggled for a few moments in the red ocean before going out completely.
Qin's body trembled violently, feeling the power within her being forcefully suppressed by an even more terrifying and unreasonable force.
She was like a child who had just learned to light a fire, only to stumble headlong into an active volcano.
The Phoenix Force is indeed a cosmic-level power, but she has only just begun to grasp its basics.
The Scarlet Witch on the other side not only had complete control over Chaos Magic, but had even mastered the forbidden Darkhold.
The gap between users cannot be bridged in a short period of time.
After suppressing the Phoenix Force, the crimson energy transformed into countless chains that instantly bound Qin's limbs, locking her firmly in mid-air.
On the other hand, Spider-Man A's situation wasn't much better.
Look me in the eyes.
The Ghost Rider's skull, engulfed in Hellfire, loomed close to him, flames flickering in its empty eye sockets.
Peter-A felt as if his Soul Stone had been sucked into those eyes. All the guilt, all the mistakes, and all the people who had been hurt by his actions, whether intentionally or unintentionally, flooded his mind like a tidal wave.
He saw Uncle Ben, and he saw the innocent civilians caught in the crossfire...
"Ughhhh!"
He screamed in agony; the mental torment was far more unbearable than the physical blows.
In that instant of distraction, the iron chains burning with Hellfire bound him tightly, hanging him high in the air, unable to move.
"Your Majesty! Protect Morgan!"
Seeing that both Jean and Peter-A had been defeated, Dr. Banner no longer hesitated.
He roared, his body rapidly expanding, his green skin ripping through his clothes, and Hulk, more enraged than ever before, burst forth.
He charged toward the nearest Ghost Rider, his unstoppable momentum seemingly capable of flattening the entire Kamar-Taj.
However, just as his fist was about to strike its target, a black figure appeared out of thin air, casually extending a hand and firmly catching Hulk's fist, which was powerful enough to smash through a building.
It is Void Sentry.
He has already dealt with his counterpart in another universe, and now the dark mist surrounding him is even denser than before.
"Anger?" The Void Sentry looked at Hulk before him, a sneer playing on its lips. "Your anger isn't enough."
He didn't use any fancy techniques; he simply swung his other fist, plain and simple, yet it contained a despairing power.
Bang!
One punch.
With just one punch, the raging green giant deflated like a punctured balloon, his massive body rapidly shrinking back to Dr. Banner's appearance. He spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately passed out.
"A decent struggle." Mephisto clapped his hands lightly, as if enjoying a captivating drama. "I almost wanted to capture this scene with my camera."
"You're not allowed to bully Uncle Banner! You're not allowed to bully Peter!"
A young but angry voice rang out.
Morgan Stark watched as familiar figures fell one by one, his small face filled with rage.
She may only be five years old, but she is Tony Stark's daughter.
" Allen, activate your armor!"
The bracelet on the little girl's wrist emitted a light, and nanoparticles quickly covered her entire body.
In the blink of an eye, a humanoid battle suit of similar height, painted in pink and gold, enveloped her completely.
The next second, a powerful beam of energy shot out from the palm of the armor and slammed into Mephisto's face.
boom!
Mephisto's face was blackened by the energy beam. He touched his face in surprise, then wiped away the black ash, finding himself unharmed.
"Kids are so annoying." He frowned.
"Fortunately, my target isn't you, little guy. In the multiverse, the Soul Stone of Tony Stark, who can achieve such power through mastering both technology and magic... that's a very rare treasure."
"I won't let you hurt Daddy! You bad guy!" Morgan's voice came through his armor, still childish but unusually firm.
AI Allen controlled the battle suit, unleashing countless miniature missiles and energy cannons at Mephisto.
Mephisto simply waved his hand impatiently, and a red magical barrier blocked all the attacks.
He snapped his the Snap.
"Have a good night's sleep, little princess."
An invisible magical force swept over, and Morgan's armor instantly disintegrated, transforming back into a bracelet.
The little girl's eyelids drooped, her body went limp, and she fell into a deep sleep, only to be caught by Wang with lightning speed.
You bastard!
Peter-B. looked at the despairing scene before him, and anger overwhelmed his fear.
He suddenly shot out two strands of Silk, which stuck to Mephisto's shoulders, and with a forceful pull of his arms, he tried to drag the demon over.
However, despite his best efforts, the opponent remained completely unmoved.
Mephisto didn't even turn around; he simply flicked his wrist.
An irresistible force came from the other end of the Silk, Peter-B was sent flying uncontrollably. Mephisto easily grabbed him by the throat, and his feet left the ground.
" Spider-Man, you're my chosen target." Mephisto's voice rang in his ear, tinged with mockery. "Is it really okay to defy me like this?"
A suffocating sensation came over him, Peter-B's vision began to blur, and he felt as if his neck would be snapped at any moment.
Just when he thought he was going to die, the hand suddenly let go again.
"Cough cough cough..."
Peter-B fell to the ground, clutching his neck and coughing violently, gasping for air.
Mephisto calmly squatted down, then extended his finger and patted his pale cheek with great interest.
" Spider-Man, although I don't particularly like your resistance, but... your Soul Stone is quite delicious." His voice was full of seductive magic. "Tell me, if you lost everything, experienced all despair... and then a chance to change everything was placed before you, would you give it up?"
Peter-B watched him warily.
" Peter, it's very cheap," Mephisto smiled like an elegant businessman. "I need Soul Stone, and you need an opportunity. Really, why not consider it?"
As he spoke, he magically produced an ancient parchment scroll and slowly unfurled it in front of Peter-B.
Peter-B's mind raced as he looked at the parchment scroll.
He seemed to have guessed something.
This so-called Lord of Hell has probably been eyeing him for a long time.
When was it? Was it when he first became Spider-Man- Man? Or...?
His memories kept replaying, and finally, one image was etched into his mind.
His identity was revealed by Mysterio, and the whole world now knows that Peter Parker is Spider-Man.
Then, almost without thinking, he went straight to Strange and begged him to use magic to erase everyone's memories.
Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme always considered the consequences of his actions, agreed without hesitation.
Even during the spellcasting process, his constant interference caused the spell to go out of control, almost piercing through the multiverse.
Why? Why was I so impulsive back then, without thinking at all?
Why would Strange so easily agree to such an outrageous request?
Then what?
The result of the spell was that everyone forgot him, he lost Aunt May, and MJ and Ned were no longer with him. He became penniless and all alone.
It all... was just too much of a coincidence.
It was such a coincidence that it felt like a carefully orchestrated tragedy.
Seeing the ever-changing expressions on Peter-B's face, Mephisto smiled elegantly and snapped his the Snap.
Bingo!
"Congratulations, you guessed right, Peter."
"However, there's no reward."