The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 558

The wizards rode flying broomsticks, nimbly weaving through the air and skillfully avoiding the onslaught of lava.

The seraphim, with their enormous wings, soared high into the air and easily escaped the disaster.

However, many of the superheroes lacked the ability to fly, and they found themselves in extreme danger from the impact of the lava.

Many people were burned by the lava, screaming in agony. The Allied forces suffered increasingly heavy losses, and the situation became even more dire.

At this critical moment of life and death, Doctor Strange concentrated all his energy. His eyes were focused and firm, his hands quickly formed complex hand seals, and he chanted incantations.

As he moved, the originally raging magma began to flow slowly and was gradually transferred to other areas of the mirror space.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and was able to catch their breath for a moment.

In the next instant, the enormous ice block, which blotted out the sky, crashed down on the superhero alliance with tremendous force, like a meteorite from outer space, accompanied by howling winds.

Each block of ice was as heavy as a towering mountain. When it fell, the ground seemed unable to bear the weight and trembled violently. The surrounding air was also stirred up into chaos, forming violent air currents.

The coalition members looked up in horror. Faced with this sudden and devastating attack, some panicked and dodged in all directions, staggering.
Some tried to resist these huge blocks of ice with their unique abilities, but their resistance was so insignificant in the face of such overwhelming pressure, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Meanwhile, the wizards, riding flying broomsticks, skillfully used the chaos and cover created by the falling ice blocks to move through the area like ghosts.

Their black robes fluttered in the wind, and the staffs in their hands continuously emitted eerie magical light, which, sometimes like ghostly green flames, sometimes like dark red lightning, shot accurately at the members of the allied forces.

The seraphim mercilessly reaped the lives of the allied forces.

In an instant, the allied forces were plunged into extreme chaos and panic. Screams of agony rose and fell, and the entire battlefield seemed to have become a living hell.

"Damn it!"

Doctor Strange witnessed this horrific and bloody scene, and his anxiety and anger burned like a raging fire.

He knew perfectly well that if the precarious situation was not reversed immediately, the allied forces would face the tragic fate of total annihilation.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the weakness brought on by the rapid depletion of his magic power, which was constantly eroding his body and making his limbs feel weak.

But he did not back down at all, and once again used all his magic to twist the mirror space.

However, each time he twisted space, he consumed a massive amount of magic. Although his magic came from borrowing from the Vishanti and he already possessed a powerful source of strength, Doctor Strange gradually felt overwhelmed by such frequent and intense use, and his body began to tremble slightly.

To make matters worse, Wes seemed to have a keen sense of Doctor Strange's crucial role in the battle and repeatedly used dark magic in an attempt to entangle him.

One after another, black magical chains, as if they possessed a life of their own, suddenly emerged from the void.

Just as the black chains, like venomous snakes, were rapidly coiling around Doctor Strange and about to tightly bind him, the magical cloak seemed to sense the danger to its master, and suddenly yanked, pulling Doctor Strange aside.

The black chains seemed to have eyes, relentlessly pursuing Doctor Strange, wrapping around him as if trying to strangle him.

"Interrupt his magic!"

Doctor Strange shouted urgently. Tony immediately sprang into action, skillfully manipulating the laser weapon on his armor, quickly adjusting the angle, and precisely aiming the sight at the black chains.

Beams of blazing laser light shot out from the armor like fiery serpents, shooting straight at the chains.

Under the intense heat of the laser, the chains began to melt slowly, emitting a hissing sound and emitting pungent black smoke. Doctor Strange was then temporarily freed from the chains.

On the other side, Banner charged left and right across the battlefield, finally breaking through the enemy's numerous obstacles and reaching Wes. He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, roared, and threw a punch at Wes with all his might.

The punch was incredibly powerful, creating a whooshing sound, but when it struck the magic shield in front of Wes, it only caused ripples to spread across the shield, as if it had hit a piece of tough rubber, which it couldn't break at all.

"Dr. Banner, your punches don't seem as powerful as they used to be."

Wes smirked and said in a mocking tone.

Since Banner and Hulk's personalities gradually became unified, Banner has become increasingly calm and is no longer as easily blinded by anger as before.

The Hulk's power primarily comes from anger. Without the support of anger, the Hulk's power gradually weakens, and his body becomes increasingly frail.

"Let me give you a hand."

A strange smile appeared on Wes's face. He extended his index finger and gently touched Banner's forehead.

In an instant, a powerful mental force flowed from his fingertips into Banner's consciousness, like a key that unlocked the sealed door to anger deep within Hulk's heart.

The anger that had been suppressed erupted like a powder keg, bursting forth with overwhelming force and breaking through all restraints.

"No, no!"

Banner tried to resist, but the force of that anger was too strong, and his consciousness was gradually suppressed under its impact.

His body began to undergo drastic changes. His muscles swelled, his bones cracked, and he became several sizes larger than before. His previously messy hair turned thick and black.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar came from Banner's mouth.

At this moment, Banner had completely transformed into the Hulk, who had lost his mind. His eyes were filled with endless anger and madness, and everyone around him had become his enemy.

Hulk swung his rock-like fist, slamming it down on Wes with tremendous force.

The power of this punch was beyond imagination; the surrounding air vibrated and the whole world trembled under its force.

Wes, however, remained calm and stood motionless.

Just as Hulk's fist, brimming with boundless rage and frenzied power, was about to smash into Wes with overwhelming force, a bizarre and unexpected scene suddenly unfolded.

Wes, who was standing firmly in place, and Tony, who was in the air, switched places.

(End of this chapter)