The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 388 Interruption
"It's your turn next, Spider-Man."

The sweet voice of Seraphim Nami sounded like a curse from hell at this moment. She raised her chin slightly, a cruel light flashed in her eyes, and she licked her lips, like a beast about to hunt its prey, enjoying the excitement before the hunt.

Peter felt a chill running down his spine, his spider-sense giving out frantic warnings. The sharp, tingling sensation seemed to ring countless alarm bells in his mind, foreshadowing the impending deadly danger.

Peter lowered his head subconsciously, and at that moment, he saw a black shadow flash past his eyes. The tail just cut through the air, and the sharp sound of the wind was like the howling of death, which made his heartbeat accelerate to the extreme in an instant.

"Precognitive ability? Too bad you're so slow!"

Seraphim Nami snorted coldly, and her figure approached Peter quickly like a ghost, and a knee strike with a sharp sound of wind hit Peter's abdomen hard.

Peter only felt a huge force coming, and the whole person was knocked away like a kite with a broken string.

At this moment, Danny Rand seized the opportunity. He took a deep breath and gathered the energy in his body into his fist. A faint light appeared around his fist.

He took advantage of the brief gap after Seraphim Nami attacked Peter, rushed forward suddenly, and successfully hit Seraphim Nami in the face with a sneak attack.

However, to his shock, Seraphim Nami stood there motionless, as if his full-strength attack was just a breeze.

"Your fists are too weak."

The corner of Seraphim Nami's mouth rose slightly, revealing a disdainful smile. Her hand shot out like lightning, tightly grasped Danny Rand's wrist, and then suddenly twisted it with force.

With a crisp "crack", Danny Rand's wrist was broken, the bone was exposed to the air, blood gushed out instantly, he screamed in pain, and his face turned as pale as paper.

"I heard your nickname is 'Iron Fist'" Seraph Nami curled her lips in disdain, her eyes full of mockery: "Compared to the other 'Iron Fist', you're simply weak."

The battle was so one-sided and hopelessly despairing that within just a few minutes, most of the superheroes were killed or injured.

The battlefield was littered with broken limbs and weapons, and blood had dyed the ground a glaring red.

Most of the remaining people also lost confidence, their eyes were filled with fear and confusion. The enemy's strength far exceeded their imagination, like an insurmountable chasm lying before them, leaving them with no glimmer of hope for victory.

"Lan's feet are messed up"

The Seraphim Nami leaped high, her legs dancing quickly in the air, leaving behind a trail of afterimages, and her violent slashing attacks were like sharp blades, enveloping the superheroes.

Several superheroes were unable to dodge and were instantly cut in two by the fierce blow. Their bodies fell like broken dolls, and the fire of life was ruthlessly extinguished at this moment.

Those who managed to survive were also covered in wounds, their armor was tattered, their bodies were covered in blood and wounds, some could not even stand steadily, but they still held their weapons stubbornly, with a hint of indomitable spirit in their eyes, but this trace of indomitable spirit seemed so small and powerless in front of the powerful enemy.

"too weak."

A ball of black flame slowly condensed in the hands of the Seraphim Nami. The flame leaped and emitted a terrifying aura, as if it was going to devour everything around it.

"This strike will wipe you all out!"

Her voice was cold and decisive, as if it was a sentence from the god of death.

However, just as she was about to launch an attack, her movements suddenly stopped.

"Yes, I will obey your orders, sir." Seraph Nami's eyes fell on Steve, and a subtle strangeness flashed in her eyes: "What good luck, sir wants to see you."

"I have a lot to talk to Wes about, too."

Steve's face was grim. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, his heart filled with anger and helplessness. He asked Natasha to stay and care for the injured, his eyes revealing determination and concern. In this dark moment, he was still the pillar of support in everyone's hearts.

But how could Natasha and Peter let Steve go to see Wes alone? They looked at each other, their eyes full of worry and determination.

"We had no choice."

After saying that, they followed the two Seraphim into the candy house.

However, as soon as I stepped into the room, the scene in front of me suddenly changed and I was in another place.

A towering tower that reaches the clouds stands before your eyes, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Outside the tower is a large medicinal field. The colorful herbs sway gently in the breeze, emitting bursts of charming fragrance.

You can also see a group of elves busy working in the medicinal fields. They are small in size and agile in movement, like a group of dancing elves, adding vitality and agility to this mysterious land.

"These little things are from the Tontatu tribe. They are very cute, aren't they?" The Seraph Nami seemed like a different person. She squatted down, gently picked up a Tontatu tribe member, a gentle smile appeared on her face, and then fed it a candy. She looked like an ordinary little girl who loved pets, completely without the cruelty and coldness she had just shown on the battlefield.

"Let's go."

Seraph Sanji put his hands casually in his trouser pockets, leading the way with seemingly casual but uniquely rhythmic steps.

Following his footsteps, we soon arrived at the entrance of the tower.

Just then, they met the Seraph Usopp.

Usopp was carrying a man on his shoulders, and that man was Tony who was seriously injured.

Tony's face was as pale as paper, his lips were bloodless, his armor was badly damaged, and wisps of green smoke were coming out of many places. It was obvious that he had experienced a very brutal battle.

The Seraph Usopp also had minor scratches on his body, his clothes were a little damaged, and a few strands of hair were scattered in front of his forehead in a messy manner.

"It seems that your opponent is quite interesting." Seraph Nami crossed her arms and stared at Tony with interest, her eyes flashing with curiosity.

"It's okay. His armor is very interesting. The doctor is very interested."

Seraph Usopp shrugged slightly, a smug smile on his face.

"I see." Nami nodded slightly and was about to say something else.

At this moment, the entrance of the tower slowly opened and a bright light shone out from inside.

Seraph Hawkeye walked out with steady steps, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

When his eyes fell on the unconscious Tony, his brows furrowed slightly.

"This is not okay."

He muttered something under his breath, then quickly pulled out a bottle of potion from his arms and poured it into Tony's mouth with skillful and agile movements.

(End of this chapter)