He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

The crystal shattered.

A dark red light shot into the sky, spreading along the dome, causing the entire spherical space to tremble violently.

"Evacuate the core area!" Tony shouted.

One energy pipe after another snapped, and scorching red fluid gushed out from the breaks, hitting the walls with a piercing hiss.

Clark grabbed Banner, who was still channeling his purifying power, and flew towards the exit with him.

Steve and Diana retreated side by side, their vibranium shields blocking the debris flying from behind.

Loki's body had turned into a green phantom, and with a fold of space, he appeared directly at the other end of the passage.

"Don't forget those pipes!"

Tony flew at the very back, palms facing the core area as he continuously unleashed Rasengan.

One after another, high-speed spinning chakra balls crashed into the already shattered core debris, blasting every still-functioning component into dust.

"Core energy is zero," Jarvis confirmed. "The delivery device has completely lost its functionality."

"Is a restart possible?"

"Based on the current level of damage, zero."

Tony breathed a sigh of relief.

at last.

From the initial failure to retake Apokolips, to the looting of the resource repository, and now to the third landing today.

The delivery device that supported the seven spatial rifts was completely destroyed.

As the group retreated to the main passageway of the pyramid, the tremors beneath their feet became increasingly violent.

The pyramid is collapsing because it has lost its core energy source.

Large chunks of the dome peeled away, and dark red rocks fell from the heights, crashing to the ground and kicking up thick clouds of dust.

"Run!" Quill shouted, glancing back as he ran. "This place is going to collapse!"

"I am Groot!"

Groot spread out a huge wooden canopy on his back, blocking the falling rocks from above.

"Left! There's a crack on the left! Go that way!"

Rockets perched on his shoulders, while he carried the heavy artillery, relentlessly bombarding the left side of the battlefield.

The group rushed toward the crack in the side wall of the pyramid.

Clark flew in the lead and punched through the crumbling wall blocking his path.

The scorching air from Apokolips rushed in from the outside.

Everyone poured out of the crack and landed on the scorched earth outside the pyramid.

Behind them, the dark red pyramid that had stood for countless years was slowly collapsing.

The top layer cracked first, then the middle layer, and finally the entire base collapsed inward under its own weight.

Tens of thousands of tons of Omega alloy and rocks crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust that blotted out the sun.

"Beautiful." Rocket looked at the ruins, unusually refraining from his sarcastic remarks.

Tony turned and looked up at the sky.

On the perpetually dark red sky of Apokolips, the spatial rift connecting Earth is rapidly shrinking.

Without energy supply, the cracks cannot be sustained.

It is collapsing on its own.

"It's done." Tony's voice came from inside the visor, carrying an overwhelming sense of exhaustion and relief.

He activated full-band communication.

"Hey, can you hear me over there?"

"This is the Longhushan Command Post," Old Liao's voice came through. "Roger that."

"The delivery device has been destroyed, and the spatial rift on Apokolips is closing."

A brief silence followed on the communication channel.

Then came Lao Liao's restrained but trembling voice: "Confirmed...the information is confirmed to be true. The crack above Longhu Mountain is shrinking."

"What about the other six places?"

"They are also shrinking, but at different rates... etc."

Old Liao's voice suddenly stopped.

A lot of static flooded the communication channel, as if some kind of strong electromagnetic interference was tearing the signal apart.

"Old Liao?" Tony frowned, his face mask creased. "Old Liao!"

Communication was restored three seconds later.

But it wasn't Lao Liao's voice that came through.

It's Wayne.

"Tony."

Bruce Wayne's voice was unusually calm, to an abnormal degree.

"The main crack in Longhu Mountain is indeed shrinking."

"But something came out of it before it shrank."

Tony's heart skipped a beat.

"What is it?"

Wayne was silent for two seconds.

"One hand."

"A very large hand."

"They're clinging to the edge of the crack, trying to stop it from closing."

Under the red canopy of Apokolips, everyone heard this conversation.

Clark's blue flames rippled slightly.

Banner's golden Sanskrit paused for a moment.

Loki crushed the apple he was about to put in his mouth.

"Darkseid," Tony said the name.

"He came in person."

Another voice came through the communication channel—the mechanical voice of Steelbone Victor.

"I've detected it; it's Darkseid himself."

"He's squeezing through the crack."

"Retreat route?" Tony cursed.

"The channel needs fifteen seconds to warm up," Steelbone replied.

"Let's start the warm-up now." Tony looked at everyone. "Everyone, prepare to evacuate."

"The Apokolips operation is over. The delivery system is gone, and Darkseid's supply lines are cut off."

"But what if his true form descends to Earth..."

"That would be another war."

Clark's voice was calm.

Everyone understood what he meant.

Darkseid's decision to personally storm Earth indicates that he no longer cares about the losses on Apokolips.

He would rather abandon his lair than let the ants who destroyed his resource depots and delivery systems destroy him.

This is rage.

It was also a desperate gamble.

A blue and white passageway tore open the space behind everyone.

"Let's go!" Tony was the first to turn around.

Peter manipulates Leopardon to step into the portal.

Groot followed, carrying the rocket.

Quill grabbed Gamora's hand and jumped in.

Banner, Diana, Steve, Frank, and Loki travel through time in turn.

Clark walked at the back, glancing back at the collapsing pyramid ruins, his eyes devoid of any joy of victory.

As everyone stepped through the portal, Apokolips returned to its deathly silence.

……

Longhu Mountain.

Back valley.

When everyone tumbled out of the tunnel, the first thing they noticed wasn't the ground, but the sky.

A huge crack was torn open in the night sky above Longhu Mountain.

That's true; the crack itself is shrinking.

But at the edge of the crack, a giant black hand is reaching out from inside, its five fingers gripping the fractured surface of space, as if something is trying to force its way in from another dimension.

That hand is very big.

So large that when you look up from the ground, each of its five fingers is over ten meters long, with dark red nails covered in Omega runes.

Each time the palm clenches, the crack is forcibly widened a little.

Space fragments peeled off from the edge of the crack, streaking across the night sky like shooting stars.

"It's hard to say. Is he really determined to fight to the death?"

Li Ang stood on the edge of the platform, holding a glass of iced cola, looking up at that hand.

Old Liao, standing next to him, was sweating profusely, with urgent reports coming in incessantly from his communicator.

"The eastern rift has been closed!"

"The rift in the southern sea has closed! The Parademons have fallen into the ocean!"

"The North American rift is closing; the remaining Parademon are being wiped out by local forces!"