Almost the instant Apocalypse and Onslaught reached a consensus, two completely different and terrifying forces swept towards Wanda from the left and right sides like a tidal wave.
There wasn't a single wasted word; the moment they made a move, it was with the purest and most direct intent to kill.
A savage and domineering spiritual impact, carrying a greedy desire that devours all minds, pierced straight into Wanda's Soul Stone.
The other force was a violent energy that decomposed and recombined everything around her, aiming to reduce her and the ground beneath her feet to Void.
Faced with this combined attack that could instantly obliterate any Highfather Level powerhouse, Wanda simply hovered quietly in place, her crimson Chaos Magic condensing into a seemingly thin barrier.
"Buzz--"
The mental impact slammed into the barrier with a dull thud, but could not advance any further.
The energy that could decompose all things was forcibly reversed and vanished the moment it came into contact with the Chaos Magic.
"You've got some skill." The voice of the Onslaught echoed in Wanda's mind, tinged with surprise.
The next second, all the broken metal on the battlefield, from the wreckage of armor to the reinforced concrete, trembled violently under an invisible force.
Onslaught raised his hand, like a conductor controlling a torrent of thousands of tons of metal, transforming it into countless sharp spears that shot towards Wanda from all directions!
Apocalypse was equally unwilling to be outdone.
His towering body suddenly expanded, his arms transforming into massive energy cannons. Beams of blue light, powerful enough to tear through space, followed closely behind the torrent of metal, sealing off all of Wanda's escape routes.
Wanda's eyes remained completely unmoved.
These two are incredibly strong, ridiculously strong.
She could sense that their energy levels had vaguely touched the threshold of a single universe.
Especially that guy in the helmet... the reality-distorting power he possesses, though weak, is essentially the same as Franklin Richards'.
That is the power that truly makes "wishes come true".
Wanda knew very well that she absolutely could not let these two guys run rampant.
While maintaining her Chaos Magic Shield to deflect the metal spears powerful enough to pierce mountains, she began to trace intricate patterns with her hands in front of her chest.
Crimson runes appeared at her fingertips and then quickly merged into the surrounding space.
As the number of runes increased, Onslaught and Apocalypse almost simultaneously sensed something was amiss.
They found that their ability to mobilize energy was slowing down.
The surrounding space seemed to thicken, as if it were repelling their power.
"She's changing the rules here!" Apocalypse growled, his expression turning serious for the first time.
Onslaught also realized the seriousness of the problem.
He held back no longer; a spiritual power far exceeding his previous strength, mixed with that power that distorted reality, transformed into an invisible hammer that slammed down on the rune array that Wanda was constructing.
Apocalypse understood perfectly. He abandoned the energy cannon, clasped his hands together, and his atomic structure began to frantically recombine, eventually converging into a gray ray of annihilation, its target also being the forming runes.
"Boom!"
The two forces struck the core of the magic array precisely.
The crimson network of runes flickered violently a few times, but ultimately failed to withstand the reckless, saturation attack, and disintegrated into pieces with a crisp cracking sound.
Wanda remained expressionless as her preparations were interrupted.
If one plan fails, then another.
Instead of attempting to construct complex magic arrays, she unleashed the most primal and savage aspect of Chaos Magic.
The next moment, a crimson ocean of magic surged outwards from her center in all directions!
The ground was melting, the sky was stained blood-red, and the entire battlefield was dragged into a realm of Chaos Magic.
Countless crimson energy tentacles rose from the ocean of magic, lashing out at Apocalypse and Onslaught like living creatures.
Even the two top Mutants, though powerful, appeared somewhat helpless in the face of such pure rule-based dominance.
The Onslaught psionic shield was battered and trembled, while Apocalypse constantly shifted his body shape to barely dodge the relentless attacks.
On the other side of the battlefield, Tony Stark was getting into the swing of things.
"Damn it! Is that all you've got, Lord of Hell?" He wielded the " Godkiller " armor, a giant sword made of pure plasma energy and magical runes, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on Mephisto's five-meter-tall demonic body.
"Mortal! You will pay the price for your arrogance!" Mephisto roared, black smoke billowing from his wounds as he tried to heal, but was firmly suppressed by the magical energy attached to the sword.
"The price? My bill is too high for you to pay!" Tony retorted, but his actions were equally ruthless, piercing Mephisto's chest with another sword strike.
Not far away, Dr. Banner had already finished the battle.
He grabbed the red giant by the ankle and, like swinging a baseball bat, slammed the giant's head against the ground more than a dozen times until the massive head was completely reduced to a puddle of mud.
Meanwhile, the unfortunate Ghost Rider was being used as a punching bag, tossed back and forth between Fat Thor's two-meter-tall hammer and Jane Foster's pink Mjolnir, his Hellfire flickering on and off from being smashed.
The situation on the battlefield seemed to be very favorable.
However, at that moment, a barely noticeable wisp of darkness, like a slippery venomous snake, silently passed through Wanda's Chaos Magic domain without causing any ripples in energy.
Wanda's brow furrowed sharply.
She sensed something was amiss.
Before she could think it through, two figures appeared without warning beside Apocalypse and Onslaught.
It exuded a nauseating aura of darkness, its eyes were two bottomless black holes, like a pitch-black shadow.
He is the Sentry of this universe that has been completely swallowed by Void.
And another one...
Wanda's pupils contracted slightly.
She recognized the man; it was Robert Reynolds, the Sentry of their universe.
But at this moment, his blond hair flew wildly, his eyes were filled with pure darkness, and a sinister and insane smile hung on his face.
The Void she had sealed away had escaped.
Four top competitors.
The thought flashed through Wanda's mind instantly.
She is strong, but not arrogant enough to believe she can fight four monsters of this level at the same time.
Her right hand moved subtly within the wide sleeve of her mage's robe, and she crushed an ancient seal engraved with the World Tree emblem without hesitation.
After doing all this, she raised her eyes, her gaze passing over Onslaught and Apocalypse, and looked straight at that familiar yet unfamiliar figure, her voice cold and clear.
" Robert, are you sure you want to side with them?"
Robert, dominated by Void, heard his own name and laughed exaggeratedly, a laugh that was both shrill and insane.
"No," he shook his head, his gaze sweeping greedily over Wanda, "My taste isn't that low."
He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his dark eyes filled with resentment and pleasure.
"But I can still seek revenge on you."