The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 559

"boom"

With a dull thud, the fist, carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, slammed solidly into Tony's originally sturdy armor.

The immense impact was like a surging wave, instantly launching Tony like a sandbag into the air. He drew a messy arc in the air and crashed heavily into the barrier of the mirror space.

Tony's armor developed several jagged cracks from the violent impact, and the previously glowing energy indicator lights began to flash wildly.

Tony felt as if his internal organs had been dislocated by the powerful impact, and a sharp pain shot through his body. A mouthful of blood, sweet and metallic, almost gushed from his throat.

He endured the excruciating pain and struggled to his feet, swaying unsteadily, from the crater.

At this moment, Hulk was still deeply mired in the quagmire of madness, unable to extricate himself. He swung his fists, which were like giant hammers, and let out a deafening roar, as if he wanted to smash everything in the world to pieces, and was preparing to launch another fierce attack on Tony.

At this moment, Hulk was completely consumed by rage, and Banner's consciousness had long been suppressed to the point of non-existence.
Waving his fists the size of sandbags, he was about to launch another frenzied attack on everything around him when suddenly his foot slipped, his body lost its balance, and he fell straight down like a kite with a broken string.

It turns out that Doctor Strange seized this critical moment to trap Hulk in a separate mirror space.

Hulk crashed heavily to the ground, dazed and confused. Enraged, he let out a deafening roar that seemed to shatter the very space around him.

Immediately afterwards, he stood up and began to furiously smash his fists against the surrounding spatial barriers. Each punch carried immense force, but the barriers of the mirror space remained as solid as a rock, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not budge them an inch.

After successfully isolating the Hulk, Doctor Strange showed no joy of victory. Instead, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, and fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, sliding down his cheeks.

Maintaining this independent mirror space while also taking into account the entire large mirror space.

With each second of perseverance, the magic is consumed in large quantities, like a flood breaking through a dam.

"Let's see how long you can hold out."

Wes stood aside, looking at Doctor Strange whose face was growing paler, and spoke coldly.

The forces summoned from the box are strong but limited, and given enough time, the situation could very well turn around.

So this time, he was determined to break through this mirror space and wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop, leaving no one behind.

Without warning, a large amount of water surged up from beneath Wes' feet. The water seemed to be alive, spreading rapidly and converging into a towering wave in the blink of an eye.

The giant wave, like a ferocious beast, roared and thrashed about, sweeping in with overwhelming force and instantly engulfing the entire mirror space.

In this raging flood, the wizards, protected by the Bubble Head Charm, were like fish in water, with no need to worry about lack of oxygen.

As robots, pacifists move about as if on flat ground, completely unaffected;

Those modified seraphim can also breathe freely and move freely in the water.

On the other hand, the members of the superhero alliance are in dire straits.

They struggled desperately in the water, like drowning people, frantically searching for a place to breathe.

Some people used their hands and feet to swim towards the surface of the water, but the surging current swept them back time and time again.
Some clung desperately to floating objects, as if grasping at straws to prevent themselves from being mercilessly swept away by the current. But as time ticked by, some members began to succumb to exhaustion due to lack of oxygen, their faces gradually turning pale and their lips bluish-purple. If this stalemate continued, they would surely drown in the flood of this mirrored space.

Doctor Strange witnessed this and was extremely anxious. He immediately used magic to try to use the power of the Mirror Dimension to transfer the water out.

Through his efforts, some of the water was successfully transferred to other areas of the mirror space, but this was only a drop in the ocean.

Wes wasn't about to let him have his way so easily, and kept casting spells to summon even more water.

The entire space remained submerged.

Doctor Strange's borrowed magic from the Vishanti was powerful enough to sustain the arduous tug-of-war with Wes, but the other members of the Allied Forces couldn't withstand it.

They struggled desperately in the water.

The wizards took advantage of this opportunity to continuously reap their lives.

Doctor Strange looked anxiously at the Allied Forces members struggling desperately in the water, their lives hanging by a thread, his heart filled with helplessness and struggle.

He knew all too well that if this stalemate continued, his comrades-in-arms would all lose their lives.

Even with the powerful magic he borrowed from Vishanti, he was still unable to save everyone while fending off Wes's relentless attacks.

After a painful deliberation, he sighed heavily, gritted his teeth, and made that incredibly difficult decision—to dismantle the mirror space.

Doctor Strange slowly lowered his hands, and stopped chanting the incantation.

In an instant, the mirror space, which was originally distorted and filled with mysterious power, disintegrated like a popped soap bubble.

Everyone felt the world spinning before their eyes, their heads spinning, and then they were pulled back to the real world by a powerful force.

The raging, towering waves did not recede with the disappearance of the mirror space; instead, they seemed to have found a new breakthrough, surging out through the spatial passage.

The powerful current swept everyone away in an instant.

The Wakanda Royal Palace, a place that is usually solemn and majestic, was not spared from this disaster and suffered an unprecedented catastrophe.

The sudden surge of seawater was like a ferocious beast that had completely lost control, roaring and rushing in with overwhelming force.

The sturdy palace was violently shaken and on the verge of collapse by the powerful impact of the seawater. The exquisite decorations on the walls were washed away and peeled off one by one.

In this country where rainfall is scarce, a sudden and unexpected flood swept through, plunging the entire nation of Wakanda into chaos and panic.

The superheroes struggled through the raging water, doing their best to stay conscious.

Iron Man piloted his armor, attempting to break free from the water's currents and fly away from the surface. However, the force of the current was too great, making it difficult for the armor to move in the water, and flight became extremely difficult. Each attempt felt like a struggle against invisible shackles.

Captain America clung tightly to a floating plank, his eyes resolute, looking around in the rushing water, trying to find his teammates. He knew that the power of unity was crucial at this moment.

(End of this chapter)