Chapter 105: When Mortals Challenge the Divine
Wanda, Rogers, and the Mandarin stepped forward, forming a line in front of the Silver Surfer.
The aura they exuded was enough to make anyone watching realize—these weren't ordinary people.
"Stark, who the hell are they?" Johnny muttered as he edged closer to Iron Man, keeping his voice low, afraid to draw attention.
"I don't know either," Stark replied, eyes narrowing with curiosity and a hint of envy. "But they're probably part of another superhero group."
Even as he spoke, Stark couldn't help but picture that dark, imposing figure in the shadows—the Black Devil. If anyone had the ability to gather these kinds of powerhouses under one banner, it would be Gene.
"Three low-tier intelligent lifeforms? You intend to stop me?" Silver Surfer sneered, his voice echoing with disdain before darting straight toward Wanda.
To him, she was the weakest target. A fledgling human with still-developing powers—how much threat could she really pose?
But he had gravely underestimated her.
A crimson haze erupted like a tidal wave, engulfing him. In an instant, his incredible speed became meaningless, like trying to run through thick mud.
Chaos Magic.
This was Wanda Maximoff's domain—the unpredictable, raw force of reality-warping sorcery. The Silver Surfer, for the first time in eons, found himself struggling.
The red mist clung to his body like sentient tar, draining his momentum, burning through his form with maddening precision. He growled, and an invisible shockwave pulsed outward from his body, shattering the binding field around him.